#Hunter tbb x you

[arctrooper69]

As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Chapter 20:

Previous // Next

Warnings: Medical Whump, mention of needles. Got some nice fluff in this one though ❤️

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Pain.

Excruciating and white-hot.

It pierced with daggers that chiseled through your bones, burrowing their icy blades deep inside. It ripped you away from the tantalizing grip of unconsciousness.

“No… please…” The unconscious plea slipped over numb lips, as nothing more than a weak cry.

That peaceful serenity had so nearly been yours, but cruelly, you found it no longer so easy to fade. Voices carried loudly, echoing through the cavern. Shouted orders cut through your skull like a hatchet, exploding with a nauseating, icy sharpness. Rockets fired behind your eyes, jumbling their words between that constant, shrill ringing.

“Tech! ….ere…”

Hunter's voice rumbled, muted behind that deafening noise. Despite the tumbling chaos of fragmented thoughts and twisted noise, one thought repeated, focused and unmuddled.

Alive. He's alive. He's alive. He fell too, but he’s alive.

You found your hand drifting almost as an instinct, finding purchase in the ground, nails carving desperate paths through the dirt.

Alive. He's alive.

An icy panic drove its claws around your throat, wrenching ragged gasps from constricting lungs as your searching fingers found only cold rock.

Don't leave. Don't leave me here!

The nothingness you had so desperately craved before no longer felt peaceful. Instead, it loomed ominously below, violent and cold.

You could feel it clawing its way up your throat, pulling you relentlessly back down as though punishing your resistance.

No! You wanted to scream. I won’t leave them! You couldn't do that to Hunter. Not now. Not after everything was alright again.

Blinding, piercing waves of icy fire shot down from the base of your neck, ripping a choked scream through gritted teeth, as you tried to turn your head in an urgent attempt to find the man whose voice you clung to so desperately. A pair of strong, steady hands, held your head, stopping any semblance of motion. Tears, sudden and unbidden, trickled down your cheeks before you even realized you’d been crying. A part of you knew why he held you, so still and unmoving. The prickling electricity of pins and needles down your limbs were slow to fade - a consequence of your sudden movement. Purposed, shallow breaths did nothing to dull the sharp, grating agony that flared from your chest at every breathy whimper.

“Hey…shh… Don’t move.” He rubbed gentle circles along your jaw with his thumbs. “I know it hurts… I know. I'm right here, okay?”

You knew that voice. It felt safe, it was something to hold onto.

Hunter.

The deep baritone of his voice cut through the fog.

“Breathe. Look at me. We’re gonna get you out of here, okay?”

“A-again…” came the whispered response, lips twitching into some semblance of a half conscious grin. Some part of you registered the ironic humor in your situation, having been in the same predicament only hours ago.

Hunter gave a small huff, unable to stop the brief smirk of relief. “Yeah again. You gotta stop doing that.”

Your eyes drifted closed again, unable to bear the burning intensity of his headlamp any longer. He seemed to realize this and reached up to direct the beam away from your face.

“I need you to keep your eyes open for me, okay?”

“...can’t… too dizzy.” It felt like you were yelling, trying to be heard over that damn incessant ring.

“I know, cyar'ika. But if you keep your eyes closed, you have to keep talking to me, okay?”

The ringing was growing nearly unbearable again, drilling through your head, ripping and tearing your thoughts to shreds, pressing, squeezing until you were sure if it kept on, you would burst. Hunter’s voice was fading in and out in an endless cycle. The darkness behind your eyes whispered seductively once again only to be forced back as reality sunk its poisoned fangs deep into tissue and bone. Voices echoed down into the crevasse where you lay, concerned sincerity distorting into deriding laughter as if to mock your futile attempts to stop the pain.

Hunter called out to one of them.

“... on't…. move her…et!”

“...er…have to… help…”

Nimble fingers felt like sandpaper scraping on already raw skin and then a light, assaulting in a forced agony with blazing daggers.

“... pupils un… head…jury”

Tech. A distant part of you knew that voice. Always analyzing, ever observant. Careful but quick.

What was he saying?

There was a brief pause in which even that horrible noise had dissipated as though granting you one last relief. One last comfort before it came roaring back in the full force of overloaded senses. You could feel their frantic touches, voices overlapping one another in some sort of garbled nonsense.

Hands clenched over your leg. They gripped your head, over your chest. Ripping you violently to a blinding focus. Tearing, pulling and twisting daggers of ice into explosions of white hot pain. Hands ripping, tearing at clothing. Hands everywhere, feeling, gripping, holding you in place though you tried desperately to escape - lips parting to beg them to stop, that it hurt too much, but no words would come.

Stop! Please stop! Hunter, make them stop!

And it did seem to stop, though slow and fleeting. That nauseating intensity blurred dangerously with the icy chill, settling through your bones in a gentle numbness - the body’s merciful way of protecting nerves that fired and sparked beyond their perceived capacity.

Maybe it was the weakness of wishful thinking, or maybe it was some lingering strength fueled by a need for control. Whatever the cause, that infantesimal sliver of relief brought with it an inkling of hope that maybe you could survive this - like you were dangling from a precipice, waiting for that outstretched arm to pull you to safety.

“C'm… ack… can't lose…. plea…”

There were hands again - gentler this time. Fingers running through your hair brought a sense of comfort, though muddled and distant voices cut like blades as they danced and echoed through the rocks.

“...ere you go. Good. …ay with me, …kay?”

The iron grip that pulled you from the edge, that baritone whispering.

“Good, cyar’ika. Breathe. Listen to my voice.”

They were Hunter’s hands that gently held your head again. Steady and strong - yet kind and grounding.

That deeply penetrating hurt once again wracked violently through abused bone and seizing muscle, blooming through a daze as though attached to waking consciousness. But at least it was something to hold onto and the touch of Hunter’s ungloved skin was something that made sense in this tumult of fractured thoughts and heightened senses. A feeling of peace - a cool breeze on burning skin.

***

Hunter watched as your eyes rolled back into your head, fading once again into a pained unconsciousness.

I’m sorry. He wanted to shout. I’m so sorry.

Tech scurried about, kneeling over you - packing you securely splinted, while Wrecker had taken over holding your head steady. All he could do was stare - dazed as if watching the scene unfold from above like some sort of cosmic intruder.

It should’ve been me. I should’ve protected her - cushioned the fall. Something. Anything.

Someone placed a hand on his shoulder, tugging him gently back. Echo’s face swam before him, concern written on his features. “You okay?”

First confusion, quickly swallowed by a sudden anger that overcomes the sudden realization of his own aching side. How dare you! How dare you look at me when you should be focused on her!

“I’m fine.” Hunter snapped, the sharpness of his words matching the shooting pain that accompanied them.

Echo narrowed his eyes, Hunter was lying, but he nodded curtly in professional acknowledgement. He’d deal with him once they were safely back on the Marauder. He turned back to where Tech had finished securing the makeshift stretcher to cables that acted as a pulley system that would allow him to safely bring you up and out of the pit without causing too much unnecessary movement. He grimaced at the agony etched onto your face, heart aching in his chest at the way your eyelids fluttered open and closed. Fear. Pain. Confusion.

Echo didn’t have to imagine what that felt like.

We’ll get you out of here soon, he thought. You looked so fragile, so young - so vulnerable. Did I look like that when they rescued me?

“Echo, we're ready.” Tech’s matter-of-fact tone pulled him from his thoughts.

“Good. Let’s get her out of here.”

***

I am dead. Dying. Living. Unknown.

Flashes of a distant reality, all edged with an all-consuming torment; blurry glimpses of stone and rock; that treacherous, dusky sky; Tech’s helmet and cold, unforgiving plastoid. Hunter’s hand still clenched tightly in your own.

Floating. Moving. Securing. It all pulled you along as if rocking you to sleep. The agony that gripped every part of you was unbearably cruel and cold - but as long as those strong hands stayed by your side, there was hope.

A piercing, stabbing pain shot through your neck suddenly, drawing a barked cry from a dry throat. You jerked away, only to be held fast by those same comforting hands.

“Traitor.”

That mumbled annoyance protesting the betrayal of comfort, drew a soft chuckle. “Sorry, cyare. You’ll be okay.”

The awful, burning sensation that traveled down through your veins, soon felt warm.

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Hunter watched as you fell asleep. Your exhausted muscles finally able to relax despite how securely you lay, splinted and immobilized, wrapped up in a blanket and thoroughly packaged by Tech’s meticulous hands.

“I’ve contacted Rex and he knows of a medical facility we can take her to safely.” Echo spoke as he strode over to the rack where Tech had settled you. He stood awkwardly before falling instinctively to a resting stance, arms loosely tucked behind his back.

Hunter nodded stiffly. “Good.”

Echo shifted, “You should get some rest, Hunter.”

“I’m fine.” The immediate reply was sharp and decisive, meant to scare away any sense of logic or concern that might take him away from your broken form. But Echo was not so easily swayed. He doubled down.

“You’re not.” He stated. “You can’t take care of her if you don’t take care of yourself.” His lips pulled tight in sincerity, eyeing the Sergeant up and down. He had worked with Hunter long enough to see through the callous facade. Hunter was a good squad leader - listed among the best that Echo had worked with throughout his career - and like a good leader he’d always put the needs of his squad above his own. It was both a strength and a weakness. “You need to rest, Hunter. At least sit down and let me take a look at your side.”

Hunter shook his head and leaned forward, grunting as he brushed a stray hair from your face. He could hear Echo’s words and the truth that they carried, but for some reason, he couldn't seem to make his hand move from where it curled around yours. He could feel the pain of his own injuries but they paled in comparison to yours.

He was of no consequence. You were his world.

It felt like he was standing on a cliff face and some mockery of doubtful anxiety convinced him that if he let go of your hand, he would fall plummeting further and further away.

He didn’t want to respond. It was too hard to admit that he was terrified - too hard to admit that he'd grown so accustomed to working with you, living with you, and that the prospect of losing that connection would be like losing a part of himself.

It was you who’d been there silently beside him as the weight of the rapidly changing galaxy tore apart everything he’d ever known.

That was why he couldn't let go.

You mumbled something in your sleep, eyes fluttering open.

Another pair of hands set the quivering muscles of your body on edge for an instant before loosening at their familiar touch.

“Hey, shhh… It’s just me.”

“Hun’er?” Your words came slow and unfocused, slipping out unfiltered and raw.

“Yeah?”

“...love you too…”

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[dindjarindiaries]

character: Hunter (The Bad Batch)

prompts: "Everything's gonna be okay." "Promise?" "Promise."

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You paced the area outside the cockpit for a few minutes, debating whether or not you should actually walk inside. The rest of the ship was quiet, with everyone asleep aside from you and Hunter. He was on watch in the pilot's seat, facing hyperspace and twirling his knife around to keep himself awake. For some reason, though, you couldn't make yourself walk in and disturb his peace.

Thankfully, he made the choice for you. "You can come in, you know."

You stopped and sighed, your resolve withering as you finally stepped through the threshold. Your arms crossed over your chest as you stood just behind the co-pilot's seat. Hunter had already sheathed his knife, and his observant gaze was fixed on you. The more he studied you, the more his brow began to knit together in worry.

"You should be asleep." Hunter's words weren't a scolding; rather, they were coated in pure and genuine concern, an invitation for you to tell him what was on your mind.

You huffed and shrugged. "I tried."

You turned the chair so that you could sit in it, and you kept it swiveled to the side facing him. He did the same, leaning an elbow upon one of his knees. He was without most of his armor, which no doubt made his current position much more comfortable for him.

"I..." You paused, then chuckled as the words began to form in your mind. They sounded ridiculous when you started to give life to them. "I shouldn't have bothered you. I'm sorry."

You began to stand, but Hunter was quicker. He stood and held your shoulders to keep you in place, his eyes searching yours and providing a comfort that left you breathless. "You're not bothering me." His thumbs ran over your shoulders. "You came here for a reason. That's why it took you so long to come in."

The slight amusement he added to his tone made you huff. The sound brought a small smile to Hunter's lips.

"I'd like to hear what you have to say."

You nodded at that, returning his smile as he relaxed back into his chair. Hunter still stayed close, and he even offered his hands to you. You accepted his offer and held on tight, keeping your gaze fixated on them as you finally spoke your truth. "I'm afraid, Hunter. We don't know what we're doing, we don't know what's coming next, and... it's scaring me."

Hunter gave your hands a gentle squeeze, and as you dared to look up at him, you noticed the way his own shoulders had grown a little heavier. He released an exhale and let his own gaze fall. "I understand." He watched his thumbs run over the backs of your hands. "It's not easy navigating this galaxy when so much has changed in such little time."

You took a deep breath, wishing that all your worries could go with it as you closed your eyes. "I don't want to lose anyone, Hunter. We've already lost Crosshair in a way, and that's something I know none of us have fully healed from." You reopened your eyes to meet Hunter's gaze, and a glimmer of pain in his eyes proved your words to be true. "What if something worse happens to one of us?"

Hunter's brow lifted in sympathy, but before he could say anything, the sound of more footsteps drew your attention to the threshold. Wrecker was standing there with a yawn, rolling his neck before he looked at Hunter first. "All right, Sarge, it's nap time. I'm..." he paused as he noticed you were there, and his gaze settled on your entwined hands, "ready for my shift."

Hunter nodded, rising from his seat and helping you to do the same. You thanked him quietly before he responded to Wrecker. "Thanks, Wrecker."

He walked forward and you followed. Hunter's hand patted Wrecker's shoulder as he passed him, and you gave Wrecker a quick side-hug. He returned it with a comforting smile.

Hunter was waiting for you as you joined him outside the threshold of the cockpit. He gestured with his head towards his bunk, his voice now a whisper to avoid waking the others. "You can come with me."

You nodded and attempted to ignore the warmth you gained at the idea of sharing Hunter's space with him. He led the way to his bunk and helped you up first before following. There was a blanket that he drew up over the two of you, another layer of warmth that threatened to devour you and every dark worry that was still taking a hold of you.

It was only after Hunter had rested his head on his pillow to face you that he began to respond to your earlier worries. "You've been with us through much of the war. You've seen what we've been up against."

You nodded at that. The first time you had ever seen them in combat, it had blown your mind. It was a big reason why you tagged along with the squad in the first place.

"This Empire and this galaxy are unpredictable, but that never stopped any of us before." Hunter found one of your hands again and held it tight in his own, though his gaze never strayed from yours. "We're gonna be okay." He nodded. "Everything's gonna be okay."

The worried weight on your chest already began to dissipate, but you needed one last reassurance to make it disappear. "Promise?"

Hunter lifted his hand to your cheek instead and nodded once more. "Promise." He brought himself close enough to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your entire body began to relax in a way you'd never felt before as he pulled away to face you again. "Now, try to get some rest." His hand returned to yours. "I'll be right here."

You brought yourself even closer to him, but before you buried your head in his chest, you held the tattooed side of his face and kissed him. It was a quick yet sweet gesture, spelling out the thank-you you wished to tell him in a way that somehow said it even more strongly. He was beaming as you pulled away, though your head went to his chest to keep yourself as close to him as possible.

There was no clear resolution in sight, like Hunter had said, but you believed him wholeheartedly. Everything would be okay, and at the end of it all, he would always be there to make sure of it.

[starrylothcat]

Craving

Summary: Hunter sees you in a dress and doesn’t know how long he can wait to get his hands on you.

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW. 18+. Smut, PiV, cunnilingus. Established relationship. Hunter being horny.

Word Count: 3500

Author’s Note: Wow this took me way longer than anticipated to finish! This is a spiritual successor to my Crosshair fic Handful. There was a dear anon who requested this (awhile ago, I’m sorry it took me awhile haha).

Please enjoy Hunter being horny over reader in a dress. Once again, this takes place on Pabu where everyone is happy. It’s what they all deserve, dammit! Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy. 💛

Hunter was suffering. He was absolutely, positively suffering.

His grip on the supply container was faltering, his eyes transfixed on you at the end of the dock.

Hunter was supposed to be helping Wrecker haul supplies from the dock to where the festival was being set up, but he hadn't made much progress, or any at all.

You were wearing a new dress, one that immediately resulted in all of Hunter’s senses going haywire when he saw you in it earlier in the day.

You had emerged from the bedroom adorned in the lightweight sundress, rushing out the door with Omega to meet Phee at the docks to help with setup.

You had volunteered to help Phee and Shep put on a cultural festival, taking on most of the organizational tasks, so you’ve been busy the last week with last-minute setup duties.

Games, food, performances, it was going to have all the works. You wanted it to be perfect for everyone, and today was the day.

You kissed him quickly on the lips, saying you’d see him later.

Before he could even respond or compliment the new clothing, you and Omega were gone.

Hunter was left with the image of your backside jiggling under the flimsy, short dress as you shut the front door of your shared bungalow behind you.

Your shoulders and neck were completely exposed, thighs on full display. Thighs that he already knew were going to be wrapped around his head later that evening.

How you looked in that split-second has been replaying in his brain all day, waiting for the moment he can get you alone, thinking of all the delicious cries he’ll pull from your plump lips as he pleasures you beyond comprehension.

He needed to feel you under his hands and see how much more of you he can get to jiggle under that dress. Hunter needed to trace your curves and peel back the thin material inch by inch, tasting and worshiping every centimeter of your body.

“Hunter, ya need help?” Wrecker stepped in front of him, blocking Hunter’s view of you, interrupting his fantasy.

Hunter blinked, coming back to reality.

Wrecker had easily hauled his share of supplies and Hunter’s pile was almost untouched.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m just a bit distracted today.” Hunter huffed as he lifted the crate fully. Wrecker grabbed a few more, precariously balancing them in his arms.

“Heh, I’m excited about the festival, too!” Wrecker smiled, assuming Hunter was distracted for other reasons.

“Everyone has been working hard to make it happen. I heard there’s going to be LOTS of good food!” Hunter nodded, half-listening while watching you out of the corner of his eye.

You were inspecting a crate of unfamiliar-looking fruits, making sure they were acceptable to sell at the festival.

A slight breeze coming off the sea was rustling your dress, lifting the hem and exposing more of your thighs, giving Hunter another view that made his body burn under the already hot sun.

Hunter swallowed thickly, feeling sweaty as he walked with Wrecker, thinking he might not be able to wait until after the festival to have his way with you.

The sun was setting over the calm ocean, a full moon peeking out from behind clouds, stars blinking into existence as the sky turned a deep purple.

The festival was in full swing, laugher, music, and mouth-watering scents hanging in the air. Hunter barely had a chance to talk to you all day, since you were busy making sure the festival was going according to plan.

As he walked through the crowd, he spotted Crosshair with Omega at one of the game booths, while Wrecker was chatting up one of the food vendors.

Tech was with Phee, trying to explain in excruciating detail the significance of a cultural dance that was being performed.

Echo was sharing wine with a local artist, admiring their paintings, though his eyes were mostly admiring the artist.

Hunter smiled to himself, pleased to see his family just be…happy.

Comfortable.

Ordinary.

Hunter never imagined himself settling down anywhere with anyone. Yet here he was, with you, the love of his life, and Omega, who now has stability and can be the child she deserved to be.

Ever since you all decided to settle on Pabu, you immersed yourself with the people of the island, often helping Phee in the museum, cataloging artifacts, and helping newcomers settle into their new lives.

Hunter was proud of you, seeing how much work and energy you put into making this festival happen and knew how much it meant to you for it to be successful.

Hunter was scanning the crowd, trying to find you. You were still busy, running around and making sure all the festival-goers were satisfied.

You needed to remember to enjoy yourself, too, and Hunter was going to make sure of that.

Hunter grabbed two cups of wine, finally finding you in the crowd.

You were speaking with some musicians who were about to begin their performance, making sure they started on time to ensure the performers after them stayed on schedule.

Hunter couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful you looked in the setting sun, his heart swelling at how lucky he was to have you. Something else began to swell in his pants, watching your hips sway under the silky looking dress material. You were still wearing the dress from earlier, his fantasy not forgotten.

You heard your name, turned, and saw Hunter walk toward you, holding the wine.

You excused yourself from the musicians, realizing you hadn’t seen him all day. You felt a little guilty, smiling as he approached you.

“Everything going okay, mesh’la?”

You nodded, taking the wine you realized you needed.

“Yes, even though I just had to tell Crosshair to cool it on the ring-tossing game. You won’t believe how many stuffed tookas Omega has now…”

Hunter chuckled as he kissed your temple, his arm coming around your lower back, bringing you in close.

“Everyone is having a good time…do you have time to take a break? I’ve missed you today.”

You let out a soft sigh. “I know…you know how I can get. I just wanted tonight to go perfectly for everyone.”

You sipped the sweet wine, watching Hunter’s eyes darken as he pulled away, his eyes roaming your form.

“It is, I promise. You should be proud of yourself for organizing this. I’m proud of you.”

You smiled at his words, feeling his hand ghost across the top of your ass. “Thank you, Hunter. I feel like I owe it to the people here for accepting us so quickly.” Hunter nodded in agreement, still subtly feeling up your ass.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to watch the performance, but I think you have something else on your mind.” You raised your eyebrows at him, seeing a familiar glint of need in his eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you how irresistible you look in this dress.” His voice dropped an octave into a smokey whisper as his lips brushed over your earlobe. “I’d love to show you…if you have the time.”

Hunter moved his arm from your waist, running his hand down your side, lightly pinching at your hip, feeling the fabric between his fingertips.

Kriff, it was softer than he imagined. Hunter’s hungry eyes met yours, and you knew what he was thinking.

You sipped your wine, a coy smile tugging at your lips. “Thank you. I was hoping you’d like it. I think I do have time for a break.”

You traced your hand over his chest, throwing him a devilish look. Hunter took that as a yes, quickly taking the wine from you and setting both your cups down.

He took your arm, leading you through the crowd until you were on the outskirts of the activities. You quickly walked down an empty corridor, the sounds of the celebration fading.

Mesh’la…” He growled in your ear as he led you down an empty alleyway, smelling the wine on his breath.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer…to show you how good you look.” His dexterous fingers slid up your body, the flimsy material of the dress exciting him, knowing what lays beneath.

You shuddered as he licked your earlobe, gently taking it into his mouth before lightly dragging his canines ran down your neck.

You were trying to stay quiet, but his alluring utterances and touches forced whimpers to leave your lips.

“I need you.” His voice was ragged, breathing in the sweet arousal on your skin, mixing with the salty twilight air.

You grasped his wide shoulders as he nipped and sucked at your skin, feeling his cock harden against your stomach. You let out a whine at the sensation, your own need growing intensely.

“Can you feel what you do to me?” He husked, pulling away and looking directly into your eyes. “Every since I saw you this morning, I’ve been wanting to fuck you in this dress.” You could feel how wet your panties were now, realizing how turned on he was by your outfit.

Hunter’s lips were on yours, vigorous and all-consuming. Your knees buckled at his eager kiss as he slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

“H-Hunter someone could see…” you broke away from his impassioned kiss momentarily, realizing how hot and heavy you were getting in the alleyway. His chest reverberated with a deep laugh.

“Let them see - let them see how lucky I am to have someone like you…” his lips were on you again, this time his large hands slipping over your ass, giving a hearty squeeze that made you squeal.

Hunter’s grip slipped under your thighs, hauling you up and pressing you into the wall. Your arms flew around his neck for purchase, his groin pressing hotly into your center.

“But maybe it’s time to head home, what do you think?” He sucked on your collarbone, kissing up to your bare shoulder, nibbling and sucking as he went. “We have the place to ourselves, let’s make good use of it, hm? I’ve been biding my time to get you alone.”

You nodded, remembering Omega was spending the night with Lyana after the festival.

“I don’t think we’ll be missed, we won’t be gone for too long…” Hunter stopped, waiting for your answer.

You slid your palm down to his crotch, rubbing his painfully hard length through his pants, giving him your answer. “I suppose I can reward you for your patience.” You purred, palming him slowly. “I won’t make you wait any longer.”

The second you got through the front door, Hunter was all over you. His hands roamed, bunching up the fabric of your dress, sliding up your thighs, over your hips, and squeezing your breasts through the dress.

Goosebumps erupted all over your hot skin, even in the tropical Pabu air.

Craving burned hot in your veins, your nails digging into his wavy locks. You tugged lightly, causing him to groan against your mouth, knowing he liked it when you pulled at his hair.

You don’t remember when he removed your panties and bra, or how you got on the bed, but now he was hovering over you, his clothes discarded.

A predatory look flashed in his eyes as he took all of you in beneath him.

The way the dress hugged your features, leaving little to the imagination, set his senses ablaze.

He could see your hard nipples poking through the dress, your delicious curves highlighted almost sinfully as you gazed up at him, the same want in your eyes as was in his.

The feeling of the soft fabric was maddening, greedily grabbing fistfuls of your soft flesh as his hands explored your voluptuous form.

He was still groping as he planted wet, sloppy kisses up to your ear.

“I want to take you in this dress.” Hunter licked at your pulse point, feeling your heart rate increase under his tongue.

“How do you want me?” You gasped, needing more of him by the second.

“I want you on my face.”

His voice was husky, his words thick with feverish cravings that sent lightning bolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“Is that okay?”

You nodded dumbly, your thoughts muddled by passion.

Hunter let out a low grunt of approval as he rolled off you, laying on his back, beckoning you to him. How could you deny him, especially when he looked like this?

His eyes were hooded, his breath labored, some of his curly hair falling haphazardly out of his bandana. Hunter’s control was already unraveling and you’ve barely gotten started.

“I know how wet you are, mesh’la. Let me help you. Let me taste your perfect pussy.”

A shudder ran down your spine as you you crawled over and positioned yourself over his head, hiking up your dress as your thighs surrounded his face. You braced yourself on the headboard, looking down at the man between your legs.

Hunter’s pupils were blown with wild lust as he gazed up at your pussy, his mouth watering with anticipation.

“I don’t want to-I don’t want to hurt you or-“ You whispered, trembling at his breath ghosting over your exposed cunt.

Hunter chuckled, carefully caressing your thighs, his touch gentle. “You could never hurt me. And if this is how I go, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He gave your thighs a curt squeeze.

“Now sit on me, please.”

Hunter clutched the soft flesh of your ass, keeping your dress pulled up as he drew you down to his mouth. The second his tongue eagerly lapped at your folds, you let out a high-pitched whimper, your chin falling to your chest. “Hunter…! Oh, stars…”

Hunter began licking and probing, switching between fucking you as deep as he could with his tongue and suckling on your clit. It was almost overwhelming, your airy mewls becoming heavy moans as Hunter devoured you from beneath.

Hunter let out a primal growl as your arousal soaked his face. Your inner thighs were now coated in your slick, your clit swelling with every suck and pass of his tongue.

All your nerves were on fire, heat bubbling in your lower belly, the obscene sounds of Hunter lapping and practically purring beneath you was building your release quickly.

Hunter’s senses were ablaze, his hips instinctually bucking, his cock weeping as his face remained buried underneath you, intensely focused on your pleasure.

Hunter loved feeling the weight and warmth of you on his face, hearing every sweet cry that left your lips, inhaling the scent of your sex. It was almost overwhelmingly perfect. You were perfect.

He was at the core of you, and there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

Hunter’s fingers dug into the fat of your thighs, your dress bunched in his fists as he licked long stripes up and down your swollen lips. He made sure to keep the pressure on your clit, feeling your thigh muscles constrict around his head.

“Hunter…I’m close…don’t stop…” You could barely form a coherent sentence as he continued his feast.

Your thighs were quivering, your dress sticking to your body, and you were letting the most lewd sounds escape your throat, not holding back and letting Hunter know how he was making you feel.

You were gripping the headboard so hard you thought it might crack under your grip.

Burning heat was licking in your loins, a molten coil tightening and threatening to spring loose with every move of Hunter’s tongue, his thick muscle rolling and pressing against your clit.

You glanced down, finding it tough to keep your eyes open, and the look in Hunter’s eyes looking back at you between your legs was what sent you over the edge.

His eyes were blown with lust, black and deep, a carnal determination to feel your release on his tongue and taste every drop.

You threw your head back, his name a chant leaving your lips as you convulsed over him, your muscles spasming up as your orgasm rocked your entire being.

Hunter let out a satisfied groan, keeping you down tight against his face, letting you grind and ride your orgasm against him, not slowing his tongue and lips sucking at your clit. He didn’t want to miss a single drop.

You began to relax, your thighs now jelly, trying to get air back in your lungs. Hunter’s ministrations slowed, and you slid off of him, laying at his side.

“Mesh’la…” Hunter made no move to clean off his face, shining with your juices.

“I’ve been waiting all day for that. You taste incredible. As always.”

You were trying to come back down from the atmosphere, your mind spinning with the intensity of your orgasm, but still needing more.

“Now, how do you want me?”

Hunter asked, sultry as he licked some of your slick off his lips, savoring your taste.

“In your lap. I want to ride your cock.” You knew this was one of his favorite positions since he was able to feel all of you, and it made his heightened senses short-circuit every time.

Hunter didn’t need another second to comply, maneuvering himself to sit against the headboard. “Yes, ma’am.”

His eyes flashed as you sat up, lowering yourself in his lap. “Take my cock. I’m all yours.”

“Do you still want the dress on?” You asked sweetly, sliding your still sensitive pussy against his throbbing cock.

“Yes.” He rubbed his hands on your ass, feeling the soft fabric and your supple flesh underneath, the sensations driving him mad. “Kriff, yes.”

He pressed his face into your neck as you lowered yourself on top, taking in all of him. The stretch was wonderful, finally having him inside you, hearing the hitch in his breathing as he bottomed out.

Hunter grunted, feeling your tight muscle clench around him.

“You look ‘sgood in this dress…feel ‘so good…I love you…” He slurred as you bounced on him, all of the sensations you were giving him building almost too quickly.

You grasped at his shoulders for leverage, moving up and down, feeling every ridge and vein of his thick cock against your walls, your whines and mewls matching his deep groans as you increase your pace.

You knew he wouldn’t last long like this, and didn’t want him to hold back.

Hunter clutched your waist, thrusting up against you to match yours, driving deeper into you.

Your sounds, your smell, he could feel his end building fast.

“I’m not going to last…” He rasped, now licking at your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress, adding to your pleasure. His thrusts up into you became stronger, hitting that magical spot so deep inside you, your eyes rolled back into your head.

Hunter hastily slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders once again, tugging the front down to expose your breasts,needing to feel your pebbled nipples on his tongue.

All you could do was let out breathy gasps, another orgasm building to a breaking point with each snap of his hips and debauched slurp as he sloppily sucked your tits.

“Hunter…I love you…I love the way you make me feel…oh stars…keep going…” Your words faded into gibberish as his mouth teased and tantalized your breasts, his movements becoming erratic.

“Cum for me. I want to hear you, feel you…cum on my cock…please…” Hunter’s voice was guttural, desperate, murmuring between suckling and nipping at your tits with his teeth.

You were delirious at this point, your breasts being ravished by his mouth as he kneaded and groped your thighs and ass, his cock bringing you closer and closer to the glorious edge with every frantic movement of his hips.

“Hunter…you feel so good, make me feel so good…”

“That’s right…you take me so well, you’re beautiful like this…I can feel everything…”

Not only was he feeling his pleasure, he could feel yours too.

Hunter could hear every subtle change in pitch of your moans, feel every muscle twitch in your cunt as you milked him, smell the overpowering scent of your sweat and arousal…he was undone.

Hunter let out a muffled shout against your chest as he came hard, erupting inside you. Hunter wrapped his arms around your torso, tugging you flush against him as he rode out his pleasure.

His cock twitched and swelled inside you as he frantically bucked his hips, filling you to the brim, feeling the warmth spread in your cunt.

Only you were graced with the privilege to see your Sergeant fall apart like this. He was a mess, letting out low moans as his senses amplified every sensation.

Your orgasm followed right after, his cock rubbing your clit in just the right way, still sensitive from before. You cried his name like a prayer of devotion, holding him close as ecstasy blossomed throughout your body. “Hunter…oh Maker…Hunter…!”

Hunter kept his head huddled into your neck, his breath fanning across your chest as he listened to your heartbeat and felt your wet warmth flutter around his softening cock.

Your movements slowed, basking in one another, not quite ready for him to leave you or for you to leave him.

You couldn’t help but let out a tired chuckle as he looked up at you, a small smile on his lips, his face still glistening with your juices from before.

“Was that a nice enough break?” He whispered. You smiled back at him, kissing him softly.

“Yes.” Was all you could say, still trying to catch your breath. You moved off him, laying down on the bed, already missing how he felt buried inside you as you re-adjusted your dress.

Hunter hummed in contentment, rising off the bed and heading into the refresher. He walked back moments later with a damp towel, wiping the inside of your thighs and gently cleaning you up.

“You’re a mess.” He smirked. “You can’t go back to the festival looking like this.”

You sat up, playfully nudging his shoulder. “I have you to thank for that.”

Hunter kissed you, cupping your cheek and tracing his thumb over your flushed face. “I can’t help that you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. With or without the dress.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, nuzzling your face.

“I’ll have to add it into my weekly rotation.” You teased. “I’d prefer daily.” Hunter smirked, kissing you sweetly again.

Hunter laid next to you, and you rested your head against his chest, tracing your fingertips over his tattoo that ran down his torso. “We should get back soon…” You muttered.

Hunter’s eyes were closed, his breathing slow. “Mmm…yeah…” was all he could muster.

“If I’m not there to stop Crosshair from winning every game, there won’t be prizes left for anyone.” Hunter laughed, cracking open his eyes. “We better get back then.” Neither of you moved, still relishing in one another.

You hummed, thinking. “Ten more minutes won’t hurt.”

Hunter smiled. “Fifteen?”

“Omega might come back with an army of stuffed tookas by then.”

Hunter playfully sighed. “Okay, ten minutes. But only if you promise to wear that dress the rest of the night.”

Hunter may not be a soldier any longer, but his reflexes and strength still remained.

He had you pinned underneath him in an instant, his lips centimeters from yours. “I’m not done with you, yet.”

Your breath hitched at his provocative promise for later, one that he fulfilled over and over again after the festival ended, even after your dress was long discarded.

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could you do ❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜ and ❛ kiss me again. ❜ with hunter from tbb?? 🥺

A Moment of Silence

Summary: You and Hunter are quick to deny anything between you two, even with Omega's insistence.

Word Count: 3.2k+

Pairing: Hunter x fem!reader

Notes: thank you to anon for requesting this! this is my first time writing a reader fic so hopefully it's okay. it does use she/her pronouns, but i'm going to try and get better at making it gender neutral. enjoy!

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Hunter watched as you talked animatedly to Tech, your hands moving around with every word you spoke, and occasionally Tech would glance up from his datapad to respond to you.

The blue lights of hyperspace always seemed to contrast your skin and energy perfectly. Hunter couldn't help but smile as he observed you interacting with Tech. Your enthusiasm was infectious, and even though he couldn't hear the specifics of your conversation over the ship's hum, he could tell you were engaged. He leaned against the bulkhead, arms crossed, content to watch you for a moment longer.

Omega, perched nearby, glanced at Hunter and then at you with a mischievous grin. "You know, Hunter, if you keep staring like that, everyone's going to figure out that you've got a soft spot for her."

Hunter raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about, Omega."

She rolled her eyes. "Sure, sure. Just like you didn't know how to fix that engine last week until she showed you."

Hunter's lips twitched into a half-smile. "She's resourceful. Knows her stuff."

Omega nodded knowingly. "Uh-huh. And you're just really interested in her knowledge of ship mechanics, right?"

“Well, she is a mechanic.” Hunter responded.

You had been originally working with Rex, helping him with small things like fixing his ship and piloting it. But then when you had met the squad and Omega, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity for the boys who knew nothing about women.

And while they were doing a fine job of taking care of Omega, you knew that it wouldn’t hurt for you to give them a helping hand.

“Yeah, but all you needed to do was connect some wires, which I’ve seen you do on your own before.” Omega shot back, taking a seat next to Hunter.

"Yeah, well, maybe I just enjoy her company," Hunter countered with a playful smirk, his gaze flickering towards where you were still engrossed in conversation with Tech.

Omega snickered, nudging Hunter's arm. "Sure, sure. Company. Right."

Hunter chuckled softly, shaking his head. "She's just easy to talk to, that's all."

Omega's grin widened mischievously. "And she's not bad to look at either, right?"

"Omega," Hunter warned, trying to hide his amusement.

"She's like sunshine on this ship," Omega continued, unabashed. "Always bringing a smile to everyone's face. Even Crosshair cracks a grin when she's around."

Hunter nodded in agreement, his expression softening as he watched you. "She's got a way about her. Makes things feel lighter."

Omega leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "So, when are you going to make a move?"

Hunter sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't know, Omega. It's complicated."

"Complicated how?" Omega pressed, genuinely curious.

"It's just... timing, I guess," Hunter explained vaguely. "We've got a lot going on right now."

Omega rolled her eyes. "There's always something going on. You can't keep waiting forever."

Hunter glanced at Omega, grateful for her straightforwardness. "I know."

"Just don't take too long," Omega advised, nudging him again. "You might miss your chance." Omega stood up, skipping into the cockpit where you and Tech were. “Starry! Can you help me with my homework?”

Tech adjusted his goggles, “your homework is your homework, you are supposed to do it on your- ”

You scoffed, standing up and patting Tech’s shoulder, “want to do flashcards? Or a pop quiz? I can give you some tricks on how to remember Imperial ships.” You asked Omega, cutting off Tech’s sentence.

Omega grinned mischievously, jumping at the chance to avoid her homework. "Ooh, tricks? Like what?"

You leaned in conspiratorially, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Hunter wasn't listening too closely. "Alright, here's a tip. The Imperial Star Destroyers? Think of them like giant flying triangles with a gazillion guns. If you imagine them like that, you'll never forget."

Tech, ever the factual one, chimed in with his usual precision. "Actually, their geometric structure adheres more closely to a quadrilateral than a triangle, and their armament- "

You interrupted with a playful eyeroll. "Tech, I'm trying to simplify things here, not go into architectural specifications."

Omega giggled, clearly enjoying the banter between you and Tech. "You make learning fun, Starry."

Tech adjusted his goggles, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Indeed. Your educational methods are unconventional but effective."

Hunter observed the exchange with a fond smile, leaning against the wall nearby. "See? I told you she's good with them."

Omega nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, she's way better than Crosshair at explaining stuff."

Hunter chuckled. "Well, Crosshair's got other talents."

You grinned, feeling a warmth spread through you at the camaraderie. It had been a few months since you joined the squad, and despite the challenges and dangers, moments like these made it feel like you were part of a makeshift family.

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After completing their mission for Cid, which was just recovering some sort of chest, you and Omega sat in the parlor while the guys gave the chest to Cid and received the payment.

Echo, Wrecker, and Crosshair stood around the chest, engaged in a serious discussion with Cid about the details of their payment. Meanwhile, you and Omega found a quiet corner to relax, away from the business dealings but still within earshot of the ongoing conversation.

Omega flopped down onto a worn-out couch, kicking her legs back and forth. "That was easy, huh? Just grab a chest and boom, job's done."

You chuckled softly, sinking into an adjacent armchair. "Sometimes the simple ones are the most satisfying. No complications, no surprises."

"Yeah, but surprises can be fun sometimes," Omega replied with a mischievous grin. "Like when Tech accidentally set off that alarm on Corellia. That was hilarious."

You grinned, recalling the incident. "Tech's face was priceless. I think he's still figuring out how he managed to activate a security protocol just by trying to hack into a data terminal."

Omega laughed, leaning back against the couch cushions. "I think Echo was about to burst a fuse trying not to laugh too hard."

The banter between you and Omega was easy, filled with shared experiences and the camaraderie of being part of the same makeshift family.

Across the room, Hunter caught your eye briefly before returning his attention to the conversation with Cid and the others. He seemed deep in discussion, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. It wasn't lost on you how his presence anchored the group, his leadership and steady demeanor keeping them together through thick and thin.

"So," Omega began, breaking the comfortable silence between you, "what's the deal with you and Hunter?"

You raised an eyebrow, "what do you mean?"

Omega rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, come on. You know what I mean. You two have been dancing around each other for months now."

You chuckled softly, not quite sure what Omega was talking about. You liked Hunter, but only as a friend. Though, it was quite confusing as to why your stomach seemed to flip when you were in his presence. "We're friends. Teammates."

Omega smirked knowingly. "Sure, sure. Just friends."

"It's not like that," you insisted, though a small part of you knew she was onto something. Hunter's presence had grown more significant to you over time, his protective instincts and quiet strength drawing you in despite the complications of their missions.

"Uh-huh," Omega teased, nudging your arm. "You're both hopeless."

Before you could respond, Wrecker's booming voice cut through the air as he exclaimed triumphantly, "Got the payment! Let's celebrate with some Mantell Mix!"

Echo and Crosshair exchanged amused glances, knowing Wrecker's fondness for the local snack. They joined in, laughing and teasing Wrecker as they prepared to wind down from their mission.

Hunter approached you and Omega with a small smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before addressing Omega. "You finish your homework?"

Omega rolled her eyes dramatically. "Yes, Starry made me do flashcards."

You chuckled, amused by Omega's playful exaggeration. "Hey, learning doesn't have to be boring."

"Tell that to Tech," Omega quipped, earning a mock glare from Tech himself as he passed by with a datapad in hand.

You noticed how Hunter rubbed his forehead and pinched the bridge of his nose. It was the beginning of an overstimulation headache, probably caused by all the shouting Wrecker did during the mission, complaining about heights.

"Hey, I think I left something on the Marauder," you said, looking up at Hunter with a sheepish smile.

Hunter's brow furrowed slightly, concern flickering in his eyes as he took in your expression. "What did you leave?"

You shrugged lightly. "Just some tools. I was fixing the comm array earlier, and I might have forgotten them."

His expression softened, and he nodded. "Alright, I'll come with you."

You led the way back through the ship, weaving between crates and equipment until you reached the Marauder's storage area. It was quieter here, away from the bustling activity in the parlor where the rest of the squad was celebrating their successful mission.

"I'll just grab them real quick," you said, stepping into the storage compartment. You rummaged through a toolbox, searching for the tools you had used earlier. It was true, you were fixing the comm array earlier, but really you just wanted to take Hunter away from the loud noises.

Hunter leaned against the wall of the ship and closed his eyes. Being away from the crowds of the inner city made his headache lessen, if only slightly.

As he stood there, taking a moment to collect himself, he heard your footsteps approaching from behind. Opening his eyes, he turned to see you with a toolbox in hand, a faint smile on your lips.

"Found them," you said, holding up the tools triumphantly. "Forgot I left them here."

Hunter nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Good. Wouldn't want to leave anything behind."

You stepped closer, standing on the wall across from him. The ship's low hum filled the quiet space between you, a comforting background to the rare moment of solitude.

"Thanks for coming with me," you said softly, glancing up at him.

"Anytime," Hunter replied, meeting your gaze. There was a warmth in his eyes that sent a flutter through your chest, a feeling you tried to ignore.

The moment lingered, both of you caught in a silent exchange of unspoken thoughts and emotions. Hunter was normally composed, steady in the face of danger, but something about being alone with you seemed to soften his edges.

"You doing okay?" you asked, breaking the quiet.

"Yeah," Hunter answered, his voice low. "Just needed a moment away from all the noise."

You nodded in understanding. "I get that."

There was a pause, filled only with the sound of your breathing and the distant murmur of the celebrations continuing in the parlor. Hunter shifted slightly, his gaze flickering towards you as if searching for something.

"I understand, you know? I grew up in a small village, everyone knew each other, and it was… homely. When I went to Coruscant for school everything was so much bigger and louder than I ever thought was possible," you shared with Hunter, your voice carrying a nostalgic tone.

Hunter listened intently, his gaze softening as he took in your words. He could relate in his own way, having grown up in a vastly different environment as a soldier, where noise often meant danger or chaos. "Yeah, I get that," he replied quietly, a hint of empathy in his voice. "Must've been a big adjustment."

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "It was. But I learned a lot there, too. Met people from all over the galaxy, experienced things I never would've imagined back home."

"Sounds like quite the journey," Hunter remarked, his tone warm. "What made you decide to leave the village and go to Coruscant?"

You shrugged lightly, leaning against the ship's wall. "Curiosity, I guess. But I also got into the engineering school there. It seemed like too good of an opportunity to pass up.” You adjusted the toolbox in your hand as a hydrospanner fell out of the box onto the floor.

Before you could bend down completely to grab it, Hunter did it for you. He stood up to his full height, the distance between the two of you much, much closer than before. Hunter handed you the hydrospanner as you gave him a shy smile in return and slowly grabbed it from his hand.

"Thanks," you murmured softly, feeling a subtle warmth spread through you at the proximity. Hunter's presence felt comforting, his quiet strength a contrast to the chaos of the mission and the constant hum of the ship around you.

Hunter's gaze held yours for a moment longer than necessary, and you felt a tension in the air, unspoken words hanging between you like a delicate thread. His hand lingered where yours briefly brushed against his, a fleeting touch that sent a shiver down your spine.

For a heartbeat, neither of you moved, caught in a silent exchange of emotions too complex to put into words. The ship's vibrations seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the echo of your breathing and the weight of Hunter's gaze.

You were the one who tore the gaze reluctantly, looking down at the toolbox in your hand as you placed the hydrospanner in its rightful spot. A gentle, gloved hand was placed on your jaw, as he tilted your head up.

His touch was tender yet firm, his eyes searching yours with a depth that spoke volumes. The quiet intensity between you hung in the air, unspoken words threading through the space like a fragile web.

"I..." you started, unsure of what to say, your heart pounding in your chest. Hunter's expression softened further, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. You felt a rush of emotions, a mix of nervousness and a strange, fluttering excitement.

Before you could gather your thoughts, Hunter leaned forward, closing the gap between you. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss, a moment of hesitation followed by a surge of warmth that spread through you. It was soft, tentative, as if testing the waters of something unspoken yet palpable between you.

Your mind raced, trying to make sense of the sudden shift in dynamics. Hunter, your teammate, your friend, was kissing you. The realization sent a jolt through your system, igniting a swirl of conflicting emotions.

Hunter pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. His hand lingered against your cheek, a silent question in his gaze.

"I..." you began again, but words failed you. Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, grappling with the implications of this moment. Hunter's expression was a mix of concern and something deeper, something you couldn't quite decipher.

"I want you to forget this ever happened," Hunter murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His thumb traced a gentle path along your jawline, a gesture both soothing and heartbreaking.

Forget? The word echoed in your mind, conflicting with the rush of emotions coursing through you. Could you forget this moment, this kiss that seemed to unravel a tension that had been building between you for so long?

But before you could respond, Hunter's expression shifted subtly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. His hand dropped to his side, breaking the connection between you.

"I'm sorry," Hunter said quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "I shouldn't have done that."

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. You wanted to reach out, to reassure him that it was okay, that you didn't want to forget. But Hunter stepped back, putting a respectful distance between you.

“What if I don’t want to forget?” You spoke quietly, placing the toolbox down on the seat by the console.

Hunter's gaze flickered with surprise, his eyes meeting yours in a moment of uncertainty. His hand, which had dropped to his side, twitched almost imperceptibly as he processed your words. The ship's gentle hum seemed louder now, echoing the intensity of the emotions swirling between you.

"You... don't want to forget?" Hunter's voice was soft, tentative, as if he hadn't expected your response. His brow furrowed slightly, a mix of confusion and a flicker of hope crossing his features.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "No, I don't."

A myriad of emotions played across Hunter's face- relief, hesitation, and something deeper that he couldn't quite hide. He took a step closer, his expression searching yours for any sign of uncertainty.

"I shouldn't have kissed you," Hunter murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "It was... unprofessional."

"Maybe," you replied softly, your gaze meeting his with unwavering honesty, "but I'm glad you did."

Hunter's resolve wavered, his hand reaching out tentatively to brush against your cheek. His touch was gentle, a silent question lingering in the air. The warmth of his fingers against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, a rush of anticipation mingling with the lingering uncertainty.

"I... don't want things to be complicated," Hunter admitted quietly, his thumb tracing a delicate line along your jawline. "We're a team, and- ”

You cut him off by closing the rest of the distance between you two, your hands were now resting on his chest plate, which was the only thing stopping your chests brushing each other’s. “I want you to kiss me again.”

Hunter's resolve wavered, torn between duty and desire. He searched your face, seeing the honesty and longing reflected in your eyes. Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his hands gently cradling your face as his lips met yours once more.

The kiss was different this time- less tentative, more urgent, as if both of you were testing the waters of something that had been building between you for far too long. Hunter's touch was tender yet firm, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own.

You responded eagerly, your hands sliding up to curl around his neck, drawing him closer. The weight of his armor pressed against you, grounding you in the reality of the moment even as everything else seemed to blur around you.

As the kiss deepened, Hunter's hands tightened slightly around you, his touch seeking reassurance and offering comfort in equal measure. His breath mingled with yours, a shared heartbeat beneath the armor and the weight of duty that bound you both.

Slowly, reluctantly, you broke the kiss, your breaths mingling as you rested your forehead against his. Hunter's eyes searched yours, a mix of vulnerability and desire flickering in their depths. His hand cradled your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across your skin.

"I..." Hunter started, his voice low and filled with unspoken words. He hesitated, searching for the right way to express what lay between you.

You placed a finger against his lips, silencing him gently. "Shh," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes words complicate things. Let's just... be."

Hunter nodded, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His hand slipped from your cheek to entwine his fingers with yours, a silent promise in the touch.

[meadow-of-daisies-and-lavender]

“If you see her again, do not mention it. A general rule of thumb with that one is not to mention the last cycle, her graduation rate, or her politics. It will get her into more trouble than she is prepared to handle.” Cody glanced at a frame on her wall of a cadet squadron, and Hunter’s eyes widened.

There, surrounded by recently graduated cadets, was Bright Eyes on a medical bed, wrapped in bandages, weakly smiling. If he ever saw the pretty SW again, he hoped to find some answers, but something in his gut told him that was as unlikely as the odds of ever seeing Bright Eyes again.

[hesthermay]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 // 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

PAIRING: sergeant hunter x fem!oc reader

SUMMARY: the assignment of miri rocksled to clone force 99 brought an even higher success rate than the two groups presented on their own; in the times of the clone wars a well working and formidable team was necessary for the republic. but little did they know that the decision would become the biggest thorn in the empire's side. master rocksled had never been like other jedi, and the bad batch had never been like other clones, and as they navigate the end of everything they had known and the beginning of something much darker those traits are put to the test. rules no longer exist, lines are blurred, and forbidden waters are tread as the bad batch fight the great fight for everything they deserve.

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, angst, fluff. female oc, jedi!oc, use of she/her, mentions of death/canon typical violence. found family trope. the bad batch time period, follows the timeline of the show.

NOTES: this one...came to me in a matter of days. miri was born quickly yet she is the moment! tbb makes me feral, i apologize for anything that happens during this period in www.hesthermay.tumblr.com history. again, winging it! love it or hate it, it is who i am

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-: ✧ status: [ongoing]

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[biggestsimponhere]

part two of hunter knife play b ur hes tired up this time PLESKSKSKSKSKDRJSK.pls.

Switch - Hunter tbb x reader

Warnings - Knife play, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it) Bondage

Payback time. While you love letting him tie you up, you quite enjoy when he’s tied up too. Today is the perfect day, he had just gotten back to your shared apartment after a tiring mission. Meaning he would be more pliant than usual. Finding him laying out in the bed you smile. He’s already in the perfect position. You walk over to him smiling. “Hi baby” You say leaning down to kiss him. As you pull away he chases your lips. Perfect. “You need me don’t you?” You coo at him, cupping his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his cheek.

He nods, reaching up to pull you back in. You shake your head while pulling away. “You’re not getting me that easy” You laugh before reaching for something in the nightstand. He whimpers shakily as he realises what’s happening. You smile cockily as you bring out the rope. Practically dangling them in the air, showcasing them. You lock eyes silently asking if this is okay. He gives a firm nod so you reach up and slide the rope firmly around his wrists. He whines as he tugs at them. You grin before backing away from him. He practically vibrates, whining for you to come back. You move down to settle between his thighs. Grinning, you pull his pants down, rubbing against his dick.

“Please, i need it” He whimpers trying to wrap his legs around you to pull you closer. “I know you do, but you made me beg so you know what you better do” You say leaning down and blowing on his dick. He moans loudly. “I need you, please please, i’m sorry i tease you so much, just please” He whines, still trying to reach for you. You climb up till you’re settled on his waist. Reaching back into the nightstand you pull out the blade. The knife that you guys specifically use for this. It’s sharp enough to cut but safe enough that you’re not gonna accidentally kill each other. He groans as he notices the knife. You slide it up, resting it against his neck.

Almost softening at the needy look on his face you laugh lightly as you lean closer to his face. “Beg. more.” You say against his lips. He whines as you remove your lips from his. “Please i’ll be good, i’ll be so good for you, just please, i need you” You smile as his begging reaches your ears. Lighting you up inside. You slide his underwear off and move so your pussy is hovering over his dick. Helping him slide into you, you moan loudly, adjusting to his size. Practically out of instinct he cants his hips up into yours. You tut lightly as you slide yourself off of him. “I thought you said you were gonna be good” You say placing the cold knife against his heated cheek.

He nodded, careful not to nick his cheek. “I’m sorry, it was an accident, i promise i’ll be good” He cries, his cheeks warming further in embarrassment. You move back, sliding down on him once more. Watching as he fights the urge to stay still. “Do you think you deserve for me to fuck you” You taunt as you settle fully on him. “Yes please baby” He moans as you clench around him. You lift your hips and drop back down. He whimpers as you do it over and over. Setting a steady pace, fucking down on him. “Can i ple-please be untied” He begs feverishly. “You can still be in charge, i just wanna touch you” He begs again.

You reach up and untie the rope, setting both that and the knife to the side. He settles his hands on your hips as he thrusts up into you. “Settle down love” You tease as you grab his wrists firmly. He nods, slowing his thrusts up into you. He lets you set the pace again. You continue fucking him until you’re warn out enough to let him flip you. Once you’re on your back he thrusts into you. Reaching down he rubs your clit till you’re a moaning mess under him. Eventually finding the right spot he groans as you clench around him. “Ca-can i cum in you” he moans against your neck. You nod, knowing you got the implant. His warmth spills inside you and you moan loudly as you come around his cock.

“Let’s get you cleaned up doll” He says standing up before scooping you into his arms. He carries you into the bathroom, letting you use it as he runs a bath. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you” You say frowning and crossing your arms. He smiles at the adorable pout on your face before letting you get into the bath. “Maybe, but i want to take care of you” He assures you as he leaves to change the sheets. Once he comes back in you practically yank him into the bath with you and the two of you settle down for a nice relaxing evening.

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[arctrooper69]

As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Chapter 16:

Previous // Next

Warnings: Heavy whump. Blood, broken bones, needles, battlefield medicine.

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It felt like just a moment had passed. Something had pulled you ruthlessly back into a waking existence.

Noises. In the darkness above. That familiar voice.

Hunter?

Maybe it wasn’t real. Maybe you were imaging things once again. It was so easy to lose yourself out here alone.

But what if it really is him?

Fear sprang through your chest, cracking and sizzling with electricity. Hunter couldn’t be here - not on this moon where the awful randomness of electromagnetic frequencies would surely overwhelm his senses, knocking them out as easily as they jammed any coms signal coming from the surface. It would no doubt leave him dizzy, and nauseous.

Nothing he hadn’t trained for.

The rocks that fell and bounced into the dust made it real. It was no longer a dream now.

Hunter.

Someone called your name from above. The sound echoed, dull and muffled, barely able to penetrate the haze of pain and unfocus. It was several minutes before you were able to wrench yourself from that awful dreamlike state.

“Here…” the frailty of the call surprised you, injured ribs balking, at the sudden movement of speech, drawing a sharp, sobbing gasp at the renewing of that awful hurt.

Silence. Had he heard? Had the cry for help been only in your mind - allowing you a cruel mockery of hope.

A clamor of ropes and rappelling gear.

“Hold on, I'm coming down.”

“...kay” You wanted to say more - to yell at him that there might be mercenaries still out there waiting. You wanted to scream at him to leave and save himself from this awful place, but that blessed feeling of relief swept coldly through your trembling body as he descended.

“Are you okay!?”

“N-not really….”

“Okay.”

He was calm - strong and assuredly in his element despite the awful electromagnetic disturbances that were most likely drilling through his brain not unlike the pain that wracked your own body. His well trained eyes most certainly scanned the environment, getting a read-out of your vitals, and clocking various points for extraction all within seconds.

He knows what he's doing. He's here.

That palatable relief tasted sweet, bringing tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. You couldn't stop them if you wanted to.

“Whoa, hey…” he soothed, falling to his knees, helmeted eyes surveying the way you shivered and curled inwards, protecting ribs that he suspected were either broken or badly bruised. The shallow, too quick breaths drew his concern, as did the unnatural angle of your right leg.

One thing at a time.

Though you'd managed to mostly staunch the flow of blood, it still leaked slowly, dripping into a slowly growing puddle. The sickening gleam of white stood offensively, angling awkward and wrong.

“I'm going to keep my helmet on so I can see, okay?”

You nodded, forgetting that the HUD provided him with infrared night vision - not perfect by any means, but it was something to combat the constant damp, twilight. It probably helped filter most of the noise too.

He shrugged the pack from his shoulders, placing it beside him, and drew out two small, gray-capped syringes from a pouch on his belt.

“Alright, this might hurt a little but it'll help with the pain and slow the bleeding, okay?”

You nodded, closing your eyes, giving up on stopping the tears that dripped silently into the ground. Anything was better than the nauseating waves of agony throbbing through your ribs with every breath, shooting daggers up your leg. It was more than just the physical pain that drew your tears. Shame weighed you down, drawing around your chest with a grip so tight it became impossible to know where it ended and the physical pain began.

You couldn't even do a simple job on your own. The inner, mocking voice only served to tighten the shame that locked around your chest.

It's embarrassing really. Imagine how pathetic you look lying here crying in the dirt. Mission failure. What a failure.

“Hey, look at me.” Gloved fingers touched your face and you opened your eyes. You hadn't even noticed how he'd already discarded the drugs and drew the medkit up beside him.

“You okay?” The modulated voice held concern and you wished you could see his eyes.

Those perfect dark eyes, narrowed in a focused concentration, so observant, seeing everything around him. His eyebrows would be drawn downwards in concern; lips pursed in ever moving thought. He was the epitome of a confidence born from a lifetime of training and experience, yet a sliver of doubt would be lingering just below the skin.

You knew that face well.

“Hurts…” the single word sliding over numb lips felt weak - shameful. A poor excuse for an answer to a voice like his. You could hear him breathing. In. Out. In. Out.

“I know. It should get better in a few. Give the meds some time to kick in. You'll be able to breathe a little better too.”

You nodded, once again closing your eyes.

“Hey now, none of that.” He tapped your cheek again. “Come on, you gotta stay with me, okay? I'm gonna need your help in a minute. Think you can do that?”

Your head swam. All you wanted to do was close your eyes and give into that cold and dizzy pool of relief. Spots danced across your vision, threatening to grow with every nauseating thud of your heart. You were sure you wouldn't be of any help to anybody anytime soon. “I… dunno…”

“Just breathe. Nice and slow. Can't have you passing out on me just yet.”

He was right. You thought. Breathing did come easier with that sliver of relief the painkiller provided.

“Hunter, I'm sorry…” your voice cracked.

He inhaled slowly, feeling his chest tighten and grow heavy once more in that strange mixture of contradicting emotion. He hurt because you hurt - heart weighted by the crack of your voice that vainly hid the pain. Yet a sense of relief had pierced him so strongly when he’d heard your voice from the depths. Alive. She’s alive.

A silence floated for seconds with baited breath, both waiting for a reply, hoping for that emotion ladened acceptance but expecting nothing.

All he wanted to do was hold you in his arms, running his fingers through your hair. He wished desperately to tell you that everything would be alright - that you’d be safe, and that he’d get you out of there. He would bear all of your pain without a second thought if it only meant you’d be with him forever.

He took another breath, forcing himself to exhale. No, he scolded, forcing himself to let go of the fantasy. No time. Focus. Breathe.

He turned away. “I’m gonna take a look at your leg, okay?”

You nodded, numb to everything but the fact that he’d ignored you.

What have I done?

Hunter exhaled as he knelt by your leg, gently using his fingers to further rip the bloodsoaked fabric past the knee, stopping at mid thigh. You shivered. Hunter was quiet as he placed a hand on your other leg with a reassuring squeeze.

“Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do.” He took a breath, not sure if he meant to calm his own nerves or you. He looked up, “We’ve got to splint this before I can get you out of here. The painkiller I gave you should take the edge off, but I’m not gonna lie to you,” he grimaced, “ this probably isn’t gonna feel great, but I’ll try to be as quick as I can.”

“Ok… just do it.”

He nodded, “Alright, try to stay still for me, sweetheart.”

Hunter paused for a nanosecond. Sweetheart? There wasn’t time to work out that slip of the tongue. He shook his head at the momentary lapse before turning to the task at hand.

He took a calming breath, watching as you nervously hugged yourself, gripping tightly at your own upper arms, desperate for any kind of comforting hold. It burned, deep inside his chest at the knowledge of the coming hurt he had no choice but to inflict. He squeezed the good leg once again.

“Okay, here we go.”

You had already done a decent job, packing gauze into the cavity beneath the bone, but now it was slowly beginning to saturate, scarlet blood leaking in slow rivets down the skin.

Grabbing another wad of gauze, he didn’t hesitate upon pressing it into the wound bit by bit, probing deeper into the gap where bone had once been. Muscles tensed beneath his fingers, locking up stiff and still in an autonomic and desperate attempt to stay any movement that might cause further pain. A guttural cry ripped from your throat, barely muffled by the fabric of your shirt clenched deathly tight between teeth through which he knew you were so desperately trying to fight the urge to scream at him, begging him to stop, that it hurt too much to go on.

I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, he wanted to say. He wanted desperately to plead for forgiveness but he bit his lip in that steadfast determination of what must be done. It broke his heart, the way you fought your own body for control as it arced and jerked longing to be free of this torment. Tears streamed through eyes screwed so tightly shut, veins in your neck bulging and shoulders moving in erratic attempts to breathe through the pain.

“You’re doing great, cyar'ika,” he soothed, “you’re doing so good. Almost done.”

Hunter’s voice felt so far away, hidden amongst the starbursts of burning white that flashed behind your eyes - nearly inaudible among the molten lava screaming so loudly you could feel it in every bone.

So great, cyar'ika. So good. You clung to that deep sincerity which came echoing from a distance the rumble of thunder before a storm. Almost done. Almost done. I’ve got you. It’s okay.

It was the only thing keeping you afloat like a lifevest in this whirlpool of icy fire that spun in a never ending confusion of flaying nerves and nothingness.

The last pull, securing resting bone onto thoroughly packed gauze brought a strange relief to the sharp, ever invading cold.

“All done. You did good.” Warm fingers gently weaving themselves through your hair pulled you ever closer to that voice you longed so badly to return to.

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[starrylothcat]

Ollo! I GIVE THEE A SMUTTY PROMPT

❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜

With... 👀👀👀👀👀💀👀👀👀

Fox or Hunter or an oc of choice if you'd rather

Alright there goes my bravado times to slink back to the blankets

😘💜💜💜

Beautiful Meal

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut, hardly any plot. Oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), kissing, Hunter being horny (what’s new). Reader wears a dress, though dress and reader aren’t described. Established relationship.

WC: 956

Summary: You were supposed to be gathering intel for a mission, but Hunter has other ideas.

A/N: Moonlight my darling! This prompt is so delicious…thank you for inspiring some thots. I had to choose Hunter…because you know me. I just can’t help myself. I hope you enjoy it!

The moment Hunter’s hand traced up your thigh under your dress, you knew what he wanted.

You were in a casino, sitting at a dirty booth trying to gather intel. Or that was the intended plan.

Hunter’s eyes haven’t left your body since you slipped into a dress to blend in at the gambling den. You knew his senses were honed in on you, rather than the crime lord you were trying to track down.

You locked gazes with him, his eyes seemingly glowing in the dark, smoky shadows of the casino. His hand was now tracing further up your thigh, dangerously close to your panty line.

“Hunter…” you warned, knowing you were powerless against his touch, wanting, needing more.

Hunter smirked, grazing his finger over your thin, silken panties.

“You’re wet. I can feel it. I can smell it.” He whispered, leaning into your ear, his lips barely brushing against your lobe. Goosebumps erupted up your legs as he began rubbing small, deliberate circles over your clothed clit.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan that was threatening to leave your throat, not wanting to attract attention.

Luckily, your booth was at the back of the seedy gambling institution, and given how dark it was in there, no one would know what was going on unless they had a reason to look at you.

“We…we need this info.” You managed to whisper, his finger still languidly rubbing over your now very wet panties. “We can’t be distracted.”

You were trying to stay professional, but crumbling by the second. It was hard when your boyfriend was now slipping his finger under your panties, reveling in the small sounds you couldn't hold back.

Hunter hummed, his body pressed into your side.

“I’ve been distracted since you slipped into this dress, sweetheart.”

You were gripping your drink so hard you thought you might shatter it, your breath becoming labored.

“Besides, we’ve been here for a while, and from what I can tell, we have the info we need for Cid.”

“Hunter, we - “ Your words were cut off by a sharp gasp as his thick finger probed your entrance.

“What was that?” He teased, teasing you with his finger in such a way you wanted to scream.

“Let’s get out of here.” You whined, knowing you sounded desperate.

Hunter hummed and pressed a kiss right under your ear. “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

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Soon, you were back in the small motel room you were sharing, splayed out on the small bed. Your dress was shoved up past your hips as Hunter kissed and nipped up and down your thighs.

He had already thoroughly lavished your neck, leaving love marks precisely where they could be covered by your normal clothing.

He was now working on your thighs, saving himself for his eventual feast between your legs.

Your panties were still on, thoroughly soaked by now, needing him to continue what he started earlier.

“Hunter…” you whined, his lips now ghosting over your clothed cunt. “Please…” Hunter licked a stripe up your clothed pussy, groaning at your taste.

He sat up slightly, gazing at you and your disheveled form with heavy eyes.

You were beautiful.

The way your lips parted as you panted, your cheeks and chest flushed a deeper color, your hair a mess, the desperation in your eyes for him to please you in the ways only he knew how.

“You’re gorgeous like this, you know that?” Hunter mumbled, hooking his fingers under your panties and sliding them down your legs.

“All spread out like a good girl…” His lips met your lower ones, kissing your pussy, sliding his tongue up and down. “A good girl who just wants to be eaten.”

Hunter gripped your hips to keep you in place as he plunged his tongue into you, feeling your body convulse with pleasure as he began his meal.

Your moans and gasps were a melody, your fingers gripping his hair and head tightly, anchoring yourself even more to him, trying to bring his face even closer to your aching core.

The sounds were obscene, your choked cries and the wet sounds of his mouth working you to release.

When Hunter began working your clit with the tip of his tongue, he knew you would be coming undone soon.

He could hear your breathing hitch, your heart rate change, the scent of your arousal becoming impossibly stronger.

With a final circle of his tongue over your clit, your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of hot bliss starting at your core and pulsating through your body.

Hunter greedily drank every drop you gave him, still working you with his mouth until you were gently pushing him away from you.

You lay boneless and satisfied as Hunter crawled up your body to lay next to you. He traced his finger up your arm, letting you catch your breath.

You smiled, turning your head toward him. “You’re impossible, you know that?” You let out a breathy laugh. “I can’t take you anywhere.”

Hunter chuckled, kissing your shoulder. “Are you complaining?”

You reached down to palm the large bulge that was tenting his pants. “Of course not, darling.”

You watched Hunter’s eyelids flutter close and his brows knit together as you rubbed along his length, which you knew was aching for attention.

“Now, be a good boy and lay down. It’s your turn to spread out nice and pretty for me.” You gently squeezed his cock, a deep groan escaping his lips.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Hunter rumbled as you sat on top of him, ready to deliver him the same attention he gave you.

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— hunter (the bad batch) masterlist

fluff - ❀ angst - 🌦 smut - 𖦹

☾: series

Down Bad - Hunter x Original Female Jedi Character ❀🌦𖦹

Amina Skywalker is Anakin's younger, adopted, sister. They were both brought to the Jedi Council after being freed from Tatooine. Amina survived Order 66, and knows much more than what she let's on. One day, her and Rex go to meet The Bad Batch on Ord Mantell to help remove their chips. After the events on Bracca, Amina decides to stay with the group, as strange things start to happen to her, and lies become unraveled. And she starts to become close with a certain Sergeant.

☾: oneshots

A Moment of Silence - You and Hunter are quick to deny anything between you two, even with Omega's insistence. ❀🌦

[dindjarindiaries]

Eyes Off

character: Hunter (The Bad Batch)

prompts: “Are you jealous?” “No, I’m not!” “Oh, you really are jealous! Wait, why would you be jealous?” / “Look at me.” / A kiss of jealousy

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"Of course that's what you're wearing."

Crosshair's unimpressed drawl drew your attention from where you were fastening and concealing your weapons. Considering everyone else had already changed into their civvies, it had to be Hunter that Crosshair was addressing, and one look at the sergeant proved why.

Whereas the rest of the team opted to keep themselves covered in a way that wasn't too unlike their Republic-issued blacks, Hunter didn't shy away from letting his skin breathe. His hands and arms were wrapped up to his elbows, but there was a sizable stretch of skin and muscle leading up to the light-colored sleeveless tunic he wore.

Tech had always ensured that the temperature of the Marauder's interior was regulated, but something had to have been off, because you could've sworn it had just gotten at least ten times hotter.

You were still staring, and Force willing not ogling, as Hunter raised his hands defensively at Crosshair. "What?"

Crosshair scoffed as he shouldered on his pack. He lifted a single eyebrow and flicked his toothpick at his brother. It bounced unceremoniously off one of Hunter's tensed biceps.

The sergeant just smirked in response and shrugged. "I earned 'em." His tone was playful as he lifted his own pack and secured it over his shoulders. "I think I'm entitled to showing 'em off for once."

And thank the Force you did, you would have said if you didn't already have a durasteel lock on your own jaw.

"Ha-ha, yeah!" Wrecker clapped his brother on the shoulder. Hunter rolled it back in response, but nevertheless widened his sly smile as he looked up at Wrecker. "I think ya' look great, Sarge." Wrecker then turned his attention on you, giving your shoulder a nudge with his own. "Right, Sunny?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, but only for a quick moment. Subtlety had never been Wrecker's specialty, and you should have remembered that when you had stayed at 79's until last call with him and spilled out all your secrets. That's what you got for indulging in truth serum for once.

You schooled your expression into nonchalance the best you could and nodded. "Yeah." You lifted your blaster and gave it one last unnecessary check. "It definitely suits you."

Hunter huffed. "I don't even want to know what you mean by that." You snorted in amusement before Hunter refocused and addressed the gathered squad. "We shouldn't be here long, especially since we're dividing and conquering. Tech, Wrecker, you're clear on your objective?"

Tech looked up from his datapad and nodded as he adjusted his goggles. "That is correct."

Wrecker gestured over to Tech with his thumb. "What he said."

Hunter nodded at them both. "Great." He turned to his youngest brother. "Crosshair?"

Crosshair's brow rose once again. "Do you really have to ask?"

Hunter participated in their typical impromptu staring contest for a few heartbeats before he let out a sigh. "I'm taking that as a yes." His attention then shifted to you, and you fought a hard-won battle to not take a visible breath as his dark eyes found yours. "Sunny, you're with me." Hunter motioned for the squad to follow as he stepped towards the open hatch. "Let's move out."

You kept your attention on the way ahead as the squad walked out of the hangar together and through the throngs of sentients that crowded the planet's streets. Eventually, as you and Hunter got closer to your own destination, Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair peeled off to attend to their own objectives. You tried not to tense as you kept yourself close to Hunter's side.

"Hmm." Hunter's hum got your attention, and you looked over to see his brow creased the way it often did when he was reaching out with his senses. "It's gonna be crowded in there." He gave you a glance and nodded. "Stay close. We might have to push our way through."

You nodded and obeyed, getting close enough for one of his arms to brush against yours. It was hard to focus with the warmth of his skin meeting yours in endless succession, but you threw your mindset into the mission as the two of you stepped inside the cantina.

As soon as you crossed the threshold, you could feel the eyes on you—only they weren't on you specifically. They were on him.

You could have accredited the lingering stares to the fact that Hunter presented much more like a regular clone than the others, and he may have been getting some undue attention for that, but you could identify the kind of looks he was getting all too well. Gazes flickered up and down, heads did double takes, and some people even giggled with their peers.

You should have found it amusing. The others certainly would have if they were there. Instead, it filled you with a pool of a sickly feeling almost like dread, coiling in your stomach and twisting into an uncomfortable knot.

It was an unmistakable wave of intense jealousy, and you weren't strong enough to fight it.

You were drawing yourself even closer to Hunter's side before you could stop it, your eyes cautiously scanning your surroundings as you did so. Another strong flare of jealousy's angry green haze saw you taking his arm and wrapping your hands around it, securing you to his side as you smiled in satisfaction at the way many of the hungry scares awkwardly flickered away from the two of you.

But your actions didn't go unnoticed by him. Hunter stopped pushing through the crowd long enough to turn his head and look at you with his full attention. "You okay?"

You looked up at him with innocent eyes, and his gaze gestured to the grasp you still had on his arm. You offered him a quick nod. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just..." You glanced around the room again. "A little overwhelmed."

Hunter's warm eyes studied yours as he softened. "I get it. We won't be here long, though, like I said before." He nodded towards the bar. "C'mon. We're almost there."

You went forward with him, selfishly indulging in the feeling of his warmth—and the arm you still had a tight grasp on. You were pleased to note it was just as strong and solid as it had looked.

Once Hunter had successfully maneuvered your way to the bar and had made enough room for the two of you there, you reluctantly let go of his arm and simply stood at his side. Your arms were still brushing at the close proximity, your focus was still going to any wandering eyes that caught sight of him.

You should have been focused on the objective and helping Hunter get information out of the bartender, but you had other priorities. Like Hunter had insinuated before, he had worn what he was wearing for a reason. Did that mean he wanted one of these people to approach him?

The thought alone made you sick. It shouldn't have, because you weren't his and he wasn't yours, but that didn't matter.

"You sure you're okay?"

Hunter's low voice of concern brought your attention back to him. You glanced over to see him furrowing his brow at you.

"You seem on edge."

You shrugged and looked past the sergeant, seeing someone just behind him staring holes through his back. You fought back a growl and forced yourself to answer normally. "I'm just seeing a lot of eyes on you." You blinked and quickly rushed to correct yourself. "Us."

But the damage had already been done. One of Hunter's eyebrows shot up in suspicion as he continued to look at you. "That's nothing new, especially not for me."

You circled your jaw. "Yeah, but..." Your gaze flickered over him before you could stop it. "It's different this time."

Hunter looked ahead, his expression taut as he pondered something, and then you saw his dark eyes light up with realization. You winced quietly before he even had the chance to speak.

"Wait." He looked over at you again, the small pieces of hair that escaped his bandana bouncing on his forehead as the corners of his lips rose in a small smile. "Are you jealous?"

You forced out a scoff and began to flounder. "No, I’m not!" You looked down, your gaze searching. "I-I'm just..."

It was too late. You were too flustered to think of a viable excuse, and your ears and face were burning so hot that you were half-convinced Hunter's senses had already picked up on the temperature change.

"Oh, you really are jealous." Hunter said the words with a chuckle, and his bare shoulder playfully nudged yours.

You fought off the sudden waves of embarrassment valiantly and looked anywhere but at him. He was clearly still joking, and you were stuck between playing it off again or at least wanting him to put the pieces together. This one-sided thing you had going on was getting too exhausting.

That made his next words even less of a surprise than they probably should have been. "Wait... why would you be jealous?"

Your gaze flickered over to meet Hunter's, but you looked away from him just as quickly. Your stare focused on your fingers as they picked at the skin around your nails. This was not a conversation you wanted to have here, especially not when he was looking like that.

"Hey." Hunter's voice was achingly soft now as he set a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Look at me."

You relented, your guilty gaze finding his—which was full of comfort and, surprisingly, understanding. Your brow knit together, though the knot in your stomach began to loosen when Hunter's hand suddenly moved from your shoulder to the one you had closest to him on the bar. His stare lowered and watched as his wrapped hand wove his fingers through yours and gave your own hand a soft squeeze.

Hunter looked at you again, and he gave you a reassuring nod. "You have nothing to worry about."

All you could do was blink at him, any words you could have possibly wanted to say dying on your tongue. You were trying to read him and make sure you weren't misinterpreting the signals he was sending you. Was he saying that because he had requited feelings, or just to assure you that he wasn't looking for anything from anyone?

Hunter huffed and gave his head a fond shake. "You've been noticing the eyes on me, and I..." He paused, his jaw tightened as he narrowed his eyes at something behind you. "Have been tracking the eyes on you."

Your eyes widened in surprise. You must have been so wrapped up in your jealousy towards Hunter that you failed to notice how people had been looking at you, too. Your civvies did hug your body in a way your typical tactical gear didn't...

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" You had no choice but to ask. You couldn't live with the anticipation anymore.

Hunter nodded and looked at your entwined hands again. He gave yours another squeeze. "The feeling's mutual."

You couldn't keep the smile from growing on your lips. Honestly, you should have known better, but reason and feelings never paired well together, anyway. All you could do was let out a soft laugh as you also looked down at your hands.

"What do you think?"

When Hunter spoke again, you looked up, suddenly realizing how much closer the two of you had gotten. Hunter clocked the minimized distance, too, his warm gaze flickering to your lips before he went on.

"Should we give them something else to stare at?"

You hummed, pretending to have to consider the offer even as your traitorous body already started to lean closer. "I think that's a good plan, Sarge."

Hunter chuckled, though the warmth that sound brought you was nothing compared to the feeling of his lips on yours.

You inhaled one another like it was your first full breath of oxygen, with Hunter's free hand catching the side of your face and jaw to keep you locked in place. Meanwhile, your free hand rose to his bicep, anchoring yourself to him as each breath passed between you and each tease of his tongue threatened to make your knees buckle underneath you. It was utterly dizzying, and it made you completely forget about everything and everyone else around you, for better or for worse.

When you parted, Hunter was quick to clock the sight of your hand on his arm. His lips gave way to a sly smile, and your brow shot up as you mused upon his words from earlier.

"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" You shook your head at him in fondness. "I was the person you were 'showing 'em off' for."

Hunter shrugged, playing innocent for now. "Maybe, maybe not."

You scoffed. "Do we even have a real objective here?"

"Well, we did." He gave your hand another squeeze. "But we just completed it."

You gave your eyes a roll. "Force, Hunter..."

"The others' objectives are real, though."

You couldn't help laughing at that. Leave it to the sergeant of the Bad Batch to use an actual mission as a way to somehow get you both to finally break the ice. "And the bartender?" You nodded towards the nearest one. "You just made that up?"

"Not really." Hunter's smirk remained as he caught the bartender's eye. "I do need to talk to them... to get us some drinks."

You blinked at him before you laughed even harder. You shifted your hand onto the arm closest to you and rested your head against his bare shoulder the best you could manage, relishing in the wave of content that rolled over you.

It was an unconventional way for your mutual feelings to surface, but that was just who Hunter was, and you couldn't hide the way you loved it.

[hesthermay]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐏𝐓 𝟒)

PAIRING: sergeant hunter x fem!oc

SUMMARY: the bad batch follow the only lead they have and find themselves presented with a business proposal as unconventional as the last. miri faces the music about the less than subtle weapon on her hip.

WORD COUNT: 6.6k

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, angst, miri thinks she’s funny. found family trope/dynamics. female oc, jedi oc, use of she/her, canon typical violence. the bad batch time period, follows the timeline of the show.

NOTES: late as everrrrr. take it or leave it. i have more on the way! between u and me theres some rooooomance on the way !!! ps...do u guys like cage the elephant? saw them in concert and it was fucking awesome

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Emotion filled Miri as she watched Tech fit the comm device around Omega’s little arm, and she thought back to her own Master. Had he felt this way when she gained new accomplishments, earned new devices and gadgets in her training, proven herself in risky situations? Had he thought of her the way she thought of Omega? 

“It’s not an exact fit,” Tech informed, but it seemed the girl did not care. Omega was a child so easily brought to wonder, and every day it felt like she found something to be excited about. Times were dark in the galaxy, and Miri imagined the Marauder would be even darker if they had not had the light that was Omega. 

“Technically it was Crosshairs, but,” he paused for only a millisecond, eyes looking away as he spoke. “He doesn’t appear to need it.” The slight sting of it all was lost on her, though, and they were able to move through the moment seamlessly. Sometimes Crosshair got them caught up and they found themselves stuck, even for just a bit, in a moment of hurt and betrayal, anger and blame, unable to pick and unable to move on. 

“Echo, what is your position? Over,” she spoke into the commlink built into the vambrace, similar to the one Miri wore. Her words echoed through everyone's comms as they were all in the same part of the ship, though Omega still held the device up to her ear to hear better. Miri chuckled as she watched on, but Echo clearing his throat caused her grin to drop. Ever so serious, he kept them in line most of the time, a stark contrast from his ARC Trooper days with a certain twin of his. But when he stepped forward she knew what was to come before he even began speaking. 

“It’s not a toy, Omega,” he looked down at her with a soft yet serious face, hoping his words would get through to her. Intelligent as she was, she was still a child, and this was proven when she grinned up at him, pressed the button on the comm, and spoke into it once again. 

“Copy that,” she answered, just as seriously. Miri laughed, out loud this time, and deflected the look Echo shot at her as Tech reached forward for her arm again, pressing buttons on the vambrace. “Why are we going to Ord Mantell? I thought the plan was to lay low?” 

Hunter turned from the computer to face her, the chair squeaking with the movement, and all eyes were on him. In the soft glow of the dash lights, he looked handsome as ever, but it seemed as if an opportunity for privacy was not in the cards. She could only do what she’d always done, admire from afar. “Not while a bounty hunter’s after you. We need to find out why.” 

“I remembered an informant there named Cid that the Jedi used to work with,” Echo explained. “I asked Miri about it and she said it was as good a plan as any.” 

“And you trust him?” Wrecker questioned, Gonky raised over his head as he lifted him repeatedly. Miri, having kept mostly quiet the whole time, covered her grin with her hand. The assumptions they’d already made of Cid were quite wrong, though she did not feel like letting them in on that. She had to fight off her smile when she realized the question was directed at her. 

She shrugged, an air of indifference about her. “To say the least,” she settled on, though it was not much of an answer. 

“The Jedi trusted him,” Echo offered, holding his hands up as if it was any better. 

“The Jedi who are all dead?” Tech questioned as he rose to his full height, not realizing the punch behind his words until they were already out in the open. Miri, silent once again, looked at him with a blank face as his eyes flicked over to her. “Apologies. That was…a bit blunt, I see now.” 

While the ache reverberated throughout her body, she did not let it show. Her voice, steady under the gazes of her entire crew, left her in a calm delivery. She would not let the truth get one over on her, however difficult it would be. “If you have a better option, Tech, I’m sure we would all like to hear it.” He did not answer, for he knew he did not, so she continued. “Can’t hurt to check it out, then, can it?” 

“She has a point,” came echoing from everyone’s comms, and all eyes turned to the girl with the device held up to her mouth once again. “Right,” she lowered it. “Not a toy.” 

-: ✧

Ord Mantell was nothing special. The part of town where Cid was wasn’t anything special either, but Omega found herself impressed once again. As they made their way through the streets, their group made less intimidating by the sight of a woman and child, Hunter looked down at the girl. “Remember the rules?” His voice was distorted as it came through the modulator in his helmet, but his expectation still rang clear.  

“Don’t wander off, keep my eyes and ears on my surroundings, and trust no one but my squad,” she listed, the rules engraved in her mind with how many times Hunter made her repeat them. 

“And if you get into trouble?” Miri questioned, her own eyes flicking down to the girl. 

“Use my comm and give my location,” she answered effortlessly, much to Miri’s satisfaction. 

Cid’s bar came into view soon after, and Echo took the lead. “This is the place,” he mused, looking up at the light up sign. She took a step back, letting everyone in before her, hoping her plan would be as amusing as she had imagined. Again, their lives would be much darker if they didn’t find the light wherever they could, so she felt no shame in the little trick she had planned.

“Gotta run back to the ship real quick,” she answered when Hunter questioned her. This moment felt uncannily similar to Kaller, when she sent him off before Order 66 and she went missing, and he didn’t accept her answer for that very reason. 

“It can’t wait? We should stay together,” he argued, one foot on the step before him, but helmet still facing her. 

“Hunter, I’ll be fine. I just need to grab something,” she assured, smiling at him in a way she was beginning to figure out disarmed him. A sweet smile, one she only gave him, and it was a surefire way to get him to bend. 

It had worked. He entered the bar and left her there in the alley, though she did not head for the ship. She stayed, waiting, giving them a chance to get down the narrow corridor and take in their surroundings before she entered herself. Her steps were light and she remained close to the wall, trying to reduce her presence down to zero as she peeked around the corner, overhearing them faintly discuss the whereabouts of the mysterious Cid. 

In the corner of the dark room, she saw Cid leaned over wiping something down. Cid wasn’t too far from the boys, and with their helmets removed their voices were clearer and carried just a bit further; if she could hear them, then Cid would too. Miri’s grin grew ever so slightly. Really, it had been far too long since she’d felt this much giddy joy and for a moment thought of it as sad, but quickly dismissed it. She was doing her best, that’s all that mattered. 

“Which one of them is Cid?” Hunter questioned, looking out at the open space before him. 

When Echo shrugged his shoulders, she almost broke her cover. He didn’t know left from right when it came to this, yet he was so quick to take the lead. What a weirdo, she thought to herself as her face settled on a warm grin. “I couldn’t tell ya. I only heard about Cid. Never actually met him.” 

She wasn’t able to see their faces, but she could imagine the look they were giving their brother. “Miri knows,” Echo argued, and started to look around. “Where is she?”

“She’s getting something from the ship, but I don’t think we should waste any time,” Hunter answered before stepping forward to the nearest person. “We’re looking for Cid. You know him?” 

Unknowingly, Hunter had spoken to the subject of his question, and Miri shook her head. When the Trandoshan turned, she looked up at him in faux confusion. 

“Cid, huh?” She slowly rose to her full height, shrugging before shaking her head. “Nope. Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“What about them?”  He looked over at the patrons of the bar, fighting over their game of dejarik. 

“Was I not clear?” Cid’s voice had begun to take on that familiar bite, and Miri knew she would need to cut it short soon. “You’re in the wrong place. So unless you’re here to spend some money, get lost.” She barely looked at him before walking away, shaking her head ever so slightly. 

“Great plan, Echo,” Wrecker griped, even though Miri had approved of it. 

“I’m certain this is Cid’s,” Echo defended. “The Jedi came here during the war, and Miri led us to this place.” 

In the midst of everything, Omega had occupied herself with tinkering with things here and there, but soon her attention shifted to the Trandoshan behind the bar. Her brothers were talking as if Cid was a man fleeing, but something had evidently told her otherwise. Miri watched as Omega made her way to the bar, looking up at Cid from the other side, and she began to round the corner. She had had her fun, but now she wanted to see what the girl was going to say. 

Four highly trained clone troopers, and the little girl who’d never left Kamino figured it out? With how clever Omega was proving herself to be, Miri would believe it. 

One thing about Ciddarin Scaleback was that she was not only rough around the edges, but all the way through too. She wasn’t particularly nice, and she was a businesswoman if nothing else. Cutthroat, greedy, and somewhat unpleasant to be around, she never switched it up on anyone. Not even children. “What’s your deal, tiny?” 

“You’re Cid.” Omega, unphased by her attitude, stated it simply. This, while raising some questions in Miri’s mind, earned her a rare compliment. 

Cid turned to her, crossing her arms and losing the bite. “You’re sharper than your friends over there.” 

With this, Miri decided to make herself known. She stepped into the room, walking slowly towards everyone when Cid caught sight of her. Surprise, another rarity from the woman, covered her face for a second as she watched her move closer. “Well, well, look who it is,” she called out, gaining the attention of the rest of the squad. “Never thought I’d see you here again, sunshine, I’ll be honest.” 

Miri, grinning as she stepped up beside Omega, shrugged. “Can’t blame you there.” She gracefully slid into a seat, settling in as she removed her hat. “Alas, I persist.” 

“You’re Cid?” Hunter questioned, face screwed up in confusion and frustration. Miri couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking her head. 

-: ✧

“I had a good thing going with the Jedi,” Cid explained as she led them into her office, and in her head Miri knew it was the better part of her business. “They valued my insights, and now that they’re all dead—well, most of them are dead—the demand for my services has declined.” She crossed her arms, looking at them from across a holoboard. “Thanks to this new Empire.”

“Times have changed…for all of us,” Hunter stated, quite severe compared to the lack of care from Cid. 

“No kidding,” she countered. “I’ve never had clone deserters come to me before. And never did I expect a surviving Jedi to show up here, either.”  Hearing the words spoken out loud almost made Miri flinch, because it was so unsafe to even exist anymore. She could never not be who she was, but she would need to hide it away as much as possible. 

“Yes, well, we separated due to a fundamental difference in ideology,” Tech explained, adjusting his goggles. 

“That’s cute, you thinking I care,”  Cid taunted, an unsurprising response to Miri. She knew Cid wasn’t one to care for the fluff, the extra; she wanted the rundown, the target, and the price. “Cut to it and tell me what you want.” 

Hunter looked to Miri, and she nodded her head once. Then he looked to Echo, and Echo stepped forward to place his helmet down and plug his scomplink into the base. “By all means, make yourself at home,” Cid remarked sarcastically, and Miri rolled her eyes. 

“We encountered this woman on Pantora,” Hunter explained when the holo of the bounty hunter popped up. Miri’s eyes burned holes into what would be the back of her head. “Do you know who she is?”

“No,” Cid instantly replied. “But I know a bounty hunter when I see one.” Miri sighed; Cid knew a lot of people, and knew a lot of things about a lot of people, and she didn’t even know who this was. She didn’t seem new to this gig, far too skilled to be a rookie or a lowlife, yet her name wasn’t reaching around as far as one would think.

Sneaky. Dangerous. 

“Can you find who hired her?” Echo pushed, trying to get something out of her. 

Her next response didn’t surprise Miri one bit. “That depends on what you lot do for me,” she grinned in her own way, somehow still unsettling. She exchanged glances with Hunter, then the rest of the boys, communicating silently before Cid’s voice interrupted them. “Are you fresh outta the tube?” She shot out, and Miri almost laughed. “Got Force sickness?” She mocked, and her smile dropped. “You pull a job for me, and I get the information you want.”

She began to walk away, leaving no room for discussion. “That’s how this mercenary thing works,” she waved, and Echo looked as if she’d struck him. 

“Mercenary?” He questioned, looking after her with brows drawn tightly. 

“Not too quick, are ya?” Cid remarked, not stopping her pace. “Clearly the kid’s the brains of your operation.” 

Miri sighed, stepping forward. “What kind of jobs?” 

“A rescue,” Cid answered, sitting down. “You’re good at those, aren’t ya?” She pointed a claw at Miri, another sarcastic jab slipped in before she continued on. “There's a nice bounty on a kid named Muchi. My sources say she was taken by Zygerrian slavers who are holed up on the other side of the planet. Bring me the kid and I’ll get you your intel.” 

“Well, who collects the bounty?” Wrecker questioned, speaking for the first time since they’d entered the office. 

“Oh, look. It talks,” Cid shot out, and Miri scoffed. This was something that she remembered bothering her immensely every time she had to be around her, she was relentless with the negativity. It was tolerable at first but got old very quickly, yet there was hardly a break with her. 

“We split the bounty 70-30, my favor. Take it or leave it.” 

“Grab a kid from a few Zygerrians?” Wrecker laughed, nudging Hunter before turning around, leading Omega out. “We could do that in our sleep.”  

“Looks like we have a deal,” Cid declared, and Hunter and Miri shared one more glance before she threw the holodrive at the Jedi. “Details of the bounty are on that. Don’t screw it up.” 

Everyone that was left turned to walk away, but Miri stopped at the door. She turned to face Cid one last time, face serious as she spoke. “I trust this means you’ll keep quiet of my participation in your business?” Worded in a way where she was asking without asking, for she needed to know. 

“Helps to have a hand in every pocket, sunshine,” she replied, leaning back in her seat. “Keeping you on the streets means getting my business back up, sound familiar?” 

Miri didn’t respond. Instead she turned and walked through the doorway and didn’t stop. It did sound familiar. Back then it didn’t seem the same as it did now, almost as if she was seeing it for what it was for the first time. A weight she readily let go of as Hunter came into view, waiting for her so they could board the ship together. 

-: ✧

“According to Cid’s intel, the Zygerrian slave traders are hiding in the ruins of Old Ord Mantell city,” Tech’s words filled the silence of the ship  as Omega flitted past him into the seat that Wrecker had left. Her eyes were on the trooper doll they had all gone through so much for, but her question was cast into the open for them all to hear. “What’s a slave trader?” 

Sometimes it saddened Miri to think of all the things the girl had yet to learn due to her containment on Kamino. Younglings didn’t leave Coruscant, but they were exposed to knowledge every single day. It was imperative to their futures as Jedi to know how things worked, how people worked, and that was something Omega had been robbed of. She could only hope to do right by her, to help her become the greatest she could be. 

“Someone who buys and sells people for credits,” Tech answered simply, though his words caused Omega to look up. 

“People can be sold?” She sat up straighter, face scrunched up. 

“Against their will,” Miri answered her. “They’re people taken captive, treated like property,” she explained, thinking of little Ani on Tatooine working his days away for but a moment before she pushed it aside. 

“That…” Omega started, clutching the doll to her chest, “doesn’t seem right.” 

“It’s not, and we have the means to do something about it. That’s why we won’t let this happen to that kid; because it’s wrong, and we can stop it. Omega,” she paused, gesturing for the girl to come closer. She slid out of her seat and stopped right before the woman. “I need you to understand how important it is to recognize when you are able to help someone in need. I would never want you to put yourself in danger, I mean that, but sometimes you will have the tools to do something and you will need to know when to use them,” she explained, and Omega’s eyes never left hers. To be truthful, she had no idea what she was doing. But perhaps her Master didn’t either, and it was with that that she gave the girl a gentle smile. “We have the tools to make a difference today, and that’s what we’re going to do.”

“As well as earn a decent amount of credits once the job is complete,” Tech added, and Miri almost rolled her eyes. Instead she sighed, for her teachable moment had ended, and Echo’s mood had dipped. 

“Yeah, that too,” he sulked, turning to walk away. 

“Don’t worry Muchi,” Omega exclaimed lowly, face as serious as ever. “We’ll rescue you.” The resolve in her voice matched the expression on her face, and Miri felt that her words had gotten through as intended. She shared a look with Hunter, and there was something in his eyes that she couldn’t quite pinpoint. She could if she really tried, if she pried and peeked with the Force, but she did not want to do that to him. She had enough respect for everyone in the Batch to not meddle where she was not meant to, so she resigned to not knowing why he was looking at her that way, to giving him a funny look and shaking her head before rising from her seat. 

Upon landing, a quick scan of the terrain was done before a group of captives was spotted. Only one child was present and Tech made note of that, leading to the conclusion that that must be little Muchi. “I’m clocking two dozen hostiles,” Tech continued. “Multiple entry points with minor fortification.”

Miri knew their base would be weak. The Empire had only just formed and done away with outlawing slavery, so slavers were only just gaining their footing. Plus, the city was run down and in terrible condition, leaving them poorly protected and susceptible to infiltration by anyone with a little skill. Clone Force 99, unfortunately for the Zygerrians, possessed more than a little skill. 

“Simple smash and grab like that time on Kuat,” Wrecker remarked. “Easy enough.” 

“I’m in!” Omega exclaimed, beginning to rise from her crouched position. “What are we waiting for?”

Hunter grabbed her by the shoulder, stopping her as the others walked away. Miri stayed, knowing he would need some backup on this. She knew he was going to say no, and while she wanted Omega to accompany them on missions eventually, she found herself agreeing. Complicated, this was; much more than she was hoping for. 

“You get back to the ship.” Hunter left no room for negotiation, and while he was bossy from time to time, Miri agreed with the decision. “That’s an order,” he stated, one finger pointed at her chest firmly; a classic Hunter move. She almost chuckled, but Omega’s quiet—albeit not quiet enough—huff of defiance caught the man’s attention just as he was walking away. In a fashion akin to a Master and Padawan, a father and child, he whirled around expectantly. 

“Yes, sir,” she answered, begrudging but still respectful. 

Deciding to just follow up on his order, because Omega was not a soldier, Miri leaned forward and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “For now, I think Hunter’s right. Just until we can get you some more training, okay?” Omega nodded, but that was the only answer she got before she began to walk away.  But something was nagging, pulling her to a full stop. On second thought… 

When had that ever worked on her or Anakin?

She turned around, pointing her own finger at the girl. “But you heard what Hunter said, stay on the ship,” she warned, using a tone just a step under stern. “Do not leave that ship unless absolutely necessary.”  

“Yes, ma’am,” she replied, the same way as before. In the corner of her eye, Miri could see Omega cross her arms as she made her way to the ship, but she had still listened and that was a win in her book. 

The terrain was nothing difficult for the squad to maneuver, quickly and quietly making their way closer to the heart of the base. When they stopped, Tech crouched down and turned on his scanner before Miri turned to the others. “Echo, you’re the eyes in the sky. Wrecker, you and Tech draw the Zygerrian forces out. Hunter and I will grab the kid.” 

When Echo had departed and the three others made it to their first stop, Hunter pressed his comm button. “Echo, sitrep,” he questioned lowly. Behind them, Miri made a little place for her lightsaber to sit. If they were captured, they would find it on her. If they found their ship, they would find it there. This way, it was hidden away from prodding eyes and ill intentions, waiting until its Master called upon it. 

“Two roving patrols on speeders,” he replied. “First guard checkpoint dead ahead.” For a moment, Miri felt something. However, she felt a lot of things, so she didn’t question it until Echo’s voice came through the comms once again. “Hang on, I think I’ve got company.” 

“Well, take care of it,” Hunter responded. “Quietly,” he emphasized, but any chance of covertness flew out the window when Echo’s groan rang loudly through their comms, and was followed by his body falling from his post up above. His body thudded against a fallen building, landing roughly and remaining unmoving. 

“Watch out!” She hollered, moving quickly as something else came in from above. A creature reptilian in appearance, with wings and a long tail, flung Wrecker into some more broken foundations, body thudding on impact as well. They each pulled their blasters, but the shots did little damage. Miri knew her saber would have made things easier, would have done more to fend off this creature until it flew away, but in the end knew it was for the better.

Even though they were captured. Even though they were stripped of their helmets and belongings. Even though they could now do nothing to stop them from finding their ship. It was for the better. 

Wrecker’s fingers pried at the collar around his neck, swearing it was getting looser, but Miri knew it was no use. Still, his actions were met with repercussions, his body shocked with just the push of a button. He groaned before slumping over, and Echo was quick to come to his defense. 

“Do that one more time and you’ll be—” his threat was cut off by his own collar shocking him. 

“Save your energy,” Tech advised a slumped over Echo. “We’re going to need it.” 

Miri’s eyes flicked back and forth as they all bantered, but she had nothing to add. They needed to get out of this, get to Omega, get Muchi back to her family; her thoughts were going a mile a minute as she ran through every mission she could remember right then for an answer to their problems.

“We need to signal Omega before their scouts find her,” Hunter interjected. 

“Except our comms are over there with our weapons,” Echo countered, looking over at where all of their things were piled together. Indeed, all of their resources were much too far out of reach, a tauntingly impressive trophy for their captors to admire. 

Once again, Miri felt something, though she had now grown familiar with this one. She turned as best she could, eyes squinted as she looked into the sky and saw, lo and behold, Omega herself. “We won’t need ‘em,” she assured, and everyone followed her line of sight as discreetly as possible. 

Omega waved at them, using hand signals to let them know she was coming to get them, but Miri and Hunter’s heads shook in unison. A cautionary glance thrown over his shoulder revealed that the leader of this operation was on his way, and Hunter signaled for her to make herself scarce. Thankfully, she listened. 

“Look at what we have here,” the Zygerrian mused as he made his way closer, hands clasped behind his back. “Five new slaves to add to my collection. Strong ones, too; you should fetch a nice price,” he added before his sights were set in Miri. “This one, especially.” 

“The Republic outlawed slavery,” Echo interjected fiercely, face screwed up in a way that was so familiar yet so his own. If his plan was to get the eyes off Miri, it had worked; the Zygerrian with the scarred face and the milky eye turned on the trooper immediately. 

“We are not in the Republic anymore, skug,” he insulted, advancing on him. Miri did not like that Echo had taken the heat off her by putting himself on the burner, but when the man walked away and she saw Echo’s eyes meet his sister’s she knew it would play to their advantage. 

“You’re lucky we don’t have any of our gear,” he threatened boldly, much louder than before. “Because this would go very differently for you.” Miri could practically see the pieces fit together in Omega’s mind as Echo’s words reached her and she put whatever plan she had formed into action. Miri’s eyes were wide as her little legs carried her from her hiding spot before she slid out of view, and she realized that this had to be the Padawan Learner experience.

And when Omega accidentally kicked a big rock down and nearly blew her cover, she could only nod her head. Yep, this was it. The slavers all turned to look at the place where the loud thud had come from, dust slowly rising in the air, and Miri took the opportunity to share a look with Wrecker, nodding just once. 

Almost immediately his leg shot out and kicked a small boulder directly into one of the Zygerrians, knocking his feet right out from under him. The immediate retaliation was to pull out the electrified whips Zygerrians so fondly preferred, and Miri and Wrecker held their hands up to shield their faces from any lashes. Though none landed, and she knew it was most likely their warning, so whatever happened next needed to count. 

“We can do with one less slave,” the Zygerrian threatened, accent thick as he sneered at them. “Maybe I’ll feed you to my pet.” His speech that followed fell on deaf ears when it came to the Bad Batch, for they had other concerns. Omega was on the move again, and it would be foolish to follow her movements for the risk of blowing her cover, so they had no choice but to look away. 

That’s how they missed her getting snatched up by one of the guards. He came forward, dropping her before the leader. “I found her sneaking around the cage.” 

“I wasn’t sneaking,” Omega corrected, that devient streak showing itself once again. “I was unlocking,” she held up part of the locking mechanism on the large cage before it began rumbling violently. Whatever was in there wanted out, and it was beginning to figure out that the door was open. 

“Secure the cage,” the leader ordered, panic exuding from them all as they rushed forward. It was no use, for the doors to the cage burst open.  

The rancor that emerged, adolescent in size, roared at her newfound freedom before being shot with the energy bolts from the Zygerrians bows. They did nothing in terms of damage, and it was met with a large boulder thrown at them in retaliation. “Well, not the distraction I thought we’d get,” Miri mused as she held her still cuffed hands up. 

“That’s their problem,” Wrecker countered before bracing himself against the foundation which they were all chained to before pulling. “We’re getting outta here!” The chains snapped and they made quick work of helping the other captives while they let the Zygerrians deal with the rancor. 

“It’s okay Muchi,” Omega comforted the child they had all assumed was their target, but the adult Falleen beside them confirmed otherwise. This child was not who they had been sent to rescue, but rather the rancor surrounded by their captors. It was, in fact, their problem. 

At the edge of the sanction they were all held captive in, CF99 looked at the others around them. With nowhere to go and no other options, it made the most sense to follow the people who looked like they knew what they were doing; and besides, the clones had become a symbol of hope to people in need during the war. When clone troopers arrived, liberation almost always followed. 

“What about them?” 

“Omega and I will get them to safety. You find Muchi,” Echo answered, finality in his words. 

“Hey,” Miri called to Omega as the parties began to separate, holding a hand out to the side. “Remember what I said on the ship,” she stated firmly, not looking long enough to see if Omega responded in any way before turning and closing her eyes. As her saber flew into her open palm and she ran off after the others, the girl behind her holding the hand of another child in need swelled with bravery. 

When they located their target, Wrecker remarked that it looked like she was doing just fine on her own. And he appeared to be right, she was still so much stronger than them even being so young. She overpowered them all and when she was left with nothing else, turned to charge at them. “Woah now,” Miri remarked as they readied themselves for what was to come, but Muchi stopped short when a distant screech could be heard. In the sky and heading right for them was the leader of this whole operation on the back of his flying beast, and it was clear that he had every intention to take them out as well.

The group separated to avoid the impact but Hunter hadn’t gone far enough and was knocked over when the creature’s long tail whipped against his helmet before it jumped to Wrecker, sending him flying with a headbutt. Muchi was the next target, Miri and Tech having scattered and hid in the rubble surrounding them, but the rancor had seemingly met its match this time. Overthrown and cornered, it was the vulnerable whines of the child they were sent to rescue that launched the former Jedi into action; coming in hot from the far right, Miri’s footsteps were light as she bounded towards the Zygerrian and hurled herself at him as he swung the whip above his head. 

Muchi took the opportunity the woman had presented her and fled, followed by the winged creature, but now Miri was back on the burner once again, this time alone in the pot with the milky eyed Zygerrian. He groaned as he lay on the dirt below, frustration rearing its ugly head as he reached for his weapon once again. “You’re going to pay for this, skug,” he sneered, brandishing the whip to back up his threat. 

The others ran to her aid, but she held a hand out to stop them. “I’ll handle this one. Go get Muchi,” she ordered, now reaching for the matching vibroblade she had with Hunter. Truth be told, she was hesitant to use her lightsaber; whoever walked away from a fight with her could use that information as leverage with the Empire and she could not afford that. They had not yet learned of her survival nor of her reunion with her squad, but all it would take was time before she landed on their radar once again and that made weighing the options too difficult to think about at the moment. 

Her saber felt heavy on her hip, like a dirty secret to be hidden away. She didn’t like it.

And as she charged at the Zygerrian and the whip wrapped around the arm holding her blade, shocking her as she groaned in pain, she really didn’t like it. Yes, enough was enough; the weight of the options had been skewed by the newfound threat and it took insurmountable strength for her other hand to reach across her body and unclip the hilt. When she did, she locked eyes with the man above her, teeth grit and knees digging into the ground, and shocked him by grabbing the whip and yanking on it. Before he could react, a flash of orange illuminated the small space between them and the whip was severed from the hilt, sparking in his hands as the inner workings fried. 

He retaliated by throwing a punch, but it was slow due to his confusion, and Miri caught it before headbutting him, not caring for the pain it always caused her. Her foot landed in the middle of his chest as he stumbled backwards, and she kicked as hard as she could to send him flying. His body thudded as he landed on the ground and stirred up clouds of dirt, and before he could recover Miri had appeared before him again. 

With a white knuckled grip on his shirt, she pulled him close and stared into his eyes. “You hit your head and do not remember what happened here,” she whispered, words dripping in faux comfort as she willed the Force to bend his mind. He repeated the words back to her as if in a trance, and she landed one last hit to knock him out; the only thing she could think of to cover her tracks short of killing him and that was a line she did not want to become blurred from overuse. 

When she found the rest of her squad, Echo and Omega were just pulling up on a speeder. She took her place beside Hunter, as per usual, watching the scene before them. “How long’s he been at it?”

“Too long,” Tech answered. “He’s losing his touch.” They all turned to watch Wrecker and Muchi tiredly swing their arms at one another, groaning and roaring respectively as they grew weaker and weaker before slumping onto the ground simultaneously. 

-: ✧

When they arrived at Cid’s, Muchi was in a much better mood and had taken to Omega quite well. In the alley by the entrance they all stood, the girl atop the rancor, as who she assumed to be the client for this job came out and greeted Muchi fondly, speaking Huttese. Miri recognized him to be in close association with Jabba the Hutt, and while she didn’t know exactly how the Hutts would operate with the Empire, she wanted to keep news of her away from them. She drifted to the back of the group, shielding her face with the wide brim of her hat. 

As they departed, Miri gravitated to the front of their group once again while Cid addressed them. “I gotta say fellas, I wasn’t sure you could pull this job off.” 

“You could’ve told us we were going after a rancor,” Echo leaned forward to criticize, popping up from behind the Jedi. 

“Hmm,” Cid mused. “Must’ve slipped my mind,” she shrugged her shoulders, not caring for what had happened during the mission or what they had to do. She pointed a claw at Miri, and then at Hunter. “You, sunshine and dark and broody. My office.” 

In the darkness of Cid’s space, the image of the woman that went after Omega was bright and glaring. Fennec Shand, she was called. A name Miri didn’t recall, and the Trandoshan confirmed why. “She’s new to the scene but has already proven herself to be cunning and ruthless.” 

“Who hired her?” She questioned, voice low as she stared up at the holo. 

“Unknown,” Cid answered, planting a seed of frustration in the two of them, and her further explanation did little to help. “With someone like her nipping at your heels, you’re going to need two things: friends and money.” 

The pair shared a look before their eyes landed on Cid once again. “Mostly money,” she added gravely. 

“Well, we’re not swimming in either at the moment,” Hunter chimed in from behind her, so close she could feel his presence. 

“I guess it’s a good thing you met me then, isn’t it? And that I like you, sunshine,” she answered, turning off the holo and grabbing the case of credits with their cut of the money. “There’s more where that came from…if you’re looking for work.” 

The offer sat heavy in their ears as they, once again, shared a look. “We’ll think about it,” Miri drawled, hesitation clear in her words though Cid didn’t comment on it as they walked away. However, before they could fully leave the office she started speaking again. “It’s interesting.”

“A bounty hunter of Fennec’s caliber being after you,” she continued and it was those words that stopped them in their tracks. “I mean, I know the Jedi’s a hot shot, but…you fellas must be pretty valuable too.” In unison, whether intentional or not, Hunter and Miri turned to look at her with sharp eyes. 

“Don’t worry,” Cid assured, but they could hear the tease in her voice. The threat. “I’m good with secrets.”

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(The Bad Batch) How He Is with His Newborn Baby

Hunter: He adores them and spends a lot of time holding them. Hunter is also really big on the whole skin-to-skin contact, so it becomes a common thing to see him walking around shirtless with the baby cradled snugly in one arm. He gets pretty good at performing tasks around the home with the baby. He's enraptured by the little one, but also very attentive to your needs. Hunter makes sure you take the time you need to eat, shower, and just have time to relax every now and then. Literally, any excuse to hold them some more, and he's giving it. He is good at rocking the baby in such a way that they fall asleep instantly in his arms.

Wrecker: The baby has him wrapped around their tiny finger already. He's already telling them how much he loves them and how proud he is. Wrecker also just spends time telling them all the fun things they're going to do together when they're old enough to walk, talk, etc. He is so unbelievably gentle and sweet with the little one in general, and also of course with you. He'll randomly stare at you and tell you how beautiful you are and what a good job you're doing.

Tech: This baby is not at the point where they can retain any information yet, but Tech spends plenty of time just talking to them. He talks about anything his mind can conjure up. The baby becomes so accustomed to the sound of his voice that it has quite the soothing effect. Additionally, Tech is very quick to pick up on the baby's cycle of needs. It gets to the point where they cry, and he can glance at his chrono and pinpoint exactly what they need according to the little schedule he's created. He also regularly checks the baby's weight, vitals, to make sure they're in good health. From time to time he voices yet again how fascinating the miracle of birth is and how proud he is of you, also checking your health.

Echo: Spends the first few weeks only holding the baby when sitting down. He can't get over how fragile they are, and he just sits there and stares at them as long as he can in amazement and adoration before they wake up from their nap or fuss about something they need. When the baby bursts into a fit of wails, he goes into a bit of a panic mode worrying about what's wrong. Eventually, he gets more comfortable and gets used to the idea that the baby is just communicating a need. It doesn't take long for him to become a professional dad. He gets pretty organized with the diaper bag and supplies so that he can just pull out whatever the baby needs at the drop of a hat.

Crosshair: He spends a good while just quietly holding the baby in his arms and watching them. Internally, he thinks they're absolutely precious and realizes he loves them so much. He already knew he'd love them, but he didn't realize it would feel like this. The baby is heart-wrenchingly cute, and he'd do anything to protect them. You come to find that he becomes more vocal, telling the baby in a sort of Crosshair-style sarcasm that they need to get their act together every time he has to handle a diaper change, feeding, etc. He's up with you at any hour day or night to help with the baby without a complaint, and regularly makes sure you're taking care of yourself also.